Dying Young

I have enough wrong with me that I’ve needed to come to terms with the fact I’m not one of those people who will live long. This isn’t about drama. I’m not asking for pity. I’m giving myself 20 years. I’m prepared for less.
Initially, I met this fact with resentment, hostility, righteous anger, and a lot of ranting at the heavens. Slowly, I’ve learned to just let go. There’s no medical cure for