To my Friends, write my eulogy now.
Don’t wait until my wake to tell me how awful of a friend I was
Or would I be surprised that you would all say I’m a good one ?
Some years is such a short time for realizations.
I could only hope that when you all write my eulogy,
That none of you would paint me in a different way and confused people of the life I lead.
It was never my intention to make anyone proud, or to be a good person.
I only want to live an authentic life, a life I’m proud of,
Because all of it doesn’t matter if I wasn’t.
Sometimes the end of your life,
Those remaining moments before the dark,
doesn’t count as much as compared to those milestone moments that leads to it.
So I hope that when you all write my eulogy,
Say that I was able to live, that I am that person who did not regret anything,
That even my life’s a mess, it’s a mess that I’ve wanted.
That even in all the chaos I’ve made, and the chaos that I am … it made sense.