They say you’re born alone and you die alone.
And that’s always struck me as bullshit. From what I can see, that’s nothing more than hip-cynicism masquerading as wisdom. We are surrounded by people from the moment we leave our mothers. And if you are a little lucky, blessed, a lot of those people are ones who love you. Who need you. And who you need back. People whose lives and yours will become braided in the most fascinating ways. To have real friends. Those ride-or-die friends, true-to-the-bone good people—the family. The life-ers... When you have that, none of the other shit matters. I’ve been blessed with more than my fair share of incredible humans in my life. And I’ve had the privilege to know some great ones, who when they went, left with everyone they loved around them-packed houses with bagpipes blaring. I can only wonder at the tremendous love and humanity I have been able to experience, and for that I remain supremely grateful.
Thanks for all the birthday love y’all.