"How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these."
Forensics class is not where many people go for blog post inspiration, or life changing thought, for that matter.
This most recent chapter, which my favorite group of hyperactive teenagers still found some way to poke jokes at, was about the stages of decomposition. From maggots to body farms, I had the opportunity to see my body for what it really was: a clump of the cells and organs in my bones that one day, will decide to stop doing what they do. And that day will be my last.
Yes, the same body I spent hours dressing, training, loving, and hating. The same locks I spent hours caressing, flat ironing, curling, turning, and twisting. The same eyes I loved looking at the stars with. The nose I spent hours watching in the mirror with a frown. All of me...tucked into a six foot deep hole in the cold, dark ground. All of me: from rotting flesh, a fine dust, to bones.
In that moment, I will not be Duriba. I will be the grave you tell your little sister not to step on (it’s bad manners!). I will be a half eaten corpse under white fabric. I will not come back. You will not see my smile, or hear my voice, or feel the warmth of my body beside yours. If you look hard enough, you will see me in photographs, and hear audio clips, and you will close your eyes and remember the things we did together, and you will smile. Cry, maybe. But I will not come back. I cannot.
And one day, if you miss me enough, you’ll come to pay respect to my body. You’ll stand before a poorly decorated tombstone and pray for me, and I’ll be happy about that. Maybe you’ll leave tulips. I’ll thank you, but you won’t hear me.
But thankfully, today is not that day.
Every single day you come home unharmed and loved is a blessing.
You may have heard this too many times, or maybe not enough times. Nonetheless, I’ll say it again. I’ll say it however many times I need to to get my point across, that life is not something you can take for granted. You are blessed for all of your fingers, fully functioning organs, and the ability to move and breathe without being hooked up to a machine.
You could be driving home and lose a leg, or you could be walking to class and lose your life. So please, your issues are not as big as they seem; you don’t own all the world’s problems. Every day, minute, and second is solely a blessing from God almighty. So practice kindness, and speak the truth. Never put anybody down, and be patient. It could be better, but it could be worse.