"Grief is like the ocean. It's deep. And dark. And bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time, and faith and love."
One Tree Hill never fails to make me curl up and hug my pillow and cry over its perfection and beauty and ability to capture emotions. I love everything about it - the cast, the plot, the script (which is ever so beautifully written). It's poetry. It's amazing.
I just finished watching this episode where Q dies. He used to be rebellious, not caring about anything except basketball. He was disrespectful and has no regards to his studies. I hated him in the beginning. But then as the story progressed, he turned out to be a man with a beautiful heart, somebody who knows how to care and somebody who can touch lives of many others. He was a hero.
I literally had to stop watching and pause to take everything in because it pains me. Everything pains me. It suddenly dawned on me that anyone I love - any fucking time - can die. We have no control over our life. Or maybe we do, but death sometimes comes ever so suddenly we have no time to prepare for it. We have no time to say goodbye. We have no time to do things we want to before we turn to ashes once again.
The fact that my father's phone is dead and I haven't talked to him since 9 AM and the last words I told him weren't good isn't helping. It scares me and makes me go paranoid. What if.. what if.. what. fucking. if.
I realized that we could be taken anytime. It's cliche, I know, but we must always live life to the fullest. Life is short. Life is too short to spend it miserably and unfabulous-ly. Let's spend each day with people we love and we must never forget to tell and show them how much they mean to us and how much we love them because life is unpredictable and life is beautiful.
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