I searched for death far sooner than I should have. I never found him. I cried, screamed and protested asking why I couldn’t find him. I’ve searched more than once. Then it hit me, death and I weren’t meant to meet just yet.
There were smiles I haven’t smiled yet and laughs I have laughed.
There were sights I haven’t seen yet and words I never spoke.
There were things I haven’t touched yet and lives I haven’t changed.
There were sounds I never heard yet and flavours that haven’t met my tongue.
There were dreams I never dreamed yet and made a reality.
There was love that I haven’t felt yet and believed in.
There were still things to hope for and have faith in.
There was beauty that I haven’t discovered yet and adventures I never had.
I decided that I would live and do all the things I haven’t done yet and wait for death to come find me himself. I will no longer search for him, for I have other things to do and I believe that he will find me when he is meant to.
- H. Jenkins (Inside a Writer’s Mind)