At 28, I've experienced saying goodbye to more souls than I could fathom... Each day wavering away, as birds just passing by, living each day with the same ending but yet we forget. We forget that each heart break, each waste of sadness, each toxic spell of anxiety, and depressing thoughts we sit with that we have our day coming. Instead with this notion we should revere, we keep in the void, hoping that'll somehow change our faith and live forever, it doesn't. Thus, if we stop and listen, instead of dwelling each mistake and troubles, we could learn something.

In life, in reality... nothing prepares us for whats coming... getting married, having a child, becoming older, the end of life (as young or old age). Nothing. Thus if we come out of our daily delusional haze we could come to making better decisions that'll eternally effect our present and future but doesn't mean it's easy. In fact it can be the the hardest thing we do as human beings is admit our work doing and have our selfs develop to something better than what we are  or were, we can't except true love or faith bring us brightness nor a silver-lighting. We'll have to get our asses up and move on. Not for anyone but for ourselves. Regardless the past or mistakes, even god admits we will sin and make mistakes but if he is willing to overlook and love us than so shall we. Sometimes you just have to stand up with your tears and strength and say out loud... 

c'est la vie.