oh, mama raised me well

04/24
time-ish: evening

[Death (fire)] ⇩

The desolation. Change comes to all, but this death leaves nothing behind. You will not just be letting something go to move on, something will be burnt away. There is no going back. You may remember the husk of what’s left, but it cannot be used again. Approximating it to start anew can be done, but it is most often folly.

this does not have to hurt, it just means that when it happens, you can’t return to how things were. suck it up, bud, you can clear the ashes and start over. if you are a glutton for punishment, make it the same way. If you feel like you want to learn from this, make it out of things that can’t burn down. i’d suggest stone.

if you do reverses, this is the death of intentional malice. you cry at the ashes of what has been destroyed, but it was your own match. Guilt, guilt, guilt. but you wanted it to burn, didn’t you?

end of day thoughts
hm.

went out for a walk/hike at a local metropark today with friends. it was SO busy, which kind of sucked, b/c when you're walking a trail and there's lots of other people on it, you feel rushed to keep up the pace or to not keep things leisurely b/c there's always people coming up on the path behind you

but other than a douchebag having his dog off leash and it trying to come for the two dogs that belong to my friends, it was pretty nice overall

basically everyone else had the same idea we did: it's 80F in ohio and it's time to go to the park lol