in honor of a friend.

So it's almost two in the morning, and I feel inspired to write. Something that has weighed heavily on my mind lately has been how or rather if I'm making a difference with my life. Almost two months ago, I lost a friend who I had known since I was nine. At his funeral, when all his friends and family stood up to talk about what a great brother, friend, and son he was, I couldn't help but think about what people would say about me at my funeral. How would I be remembered once I was gone? Would they be good or bad things?

Once high school began, I grew apart from Matt, but I would occasionally see him in the hallway and give him a brief and hurried smile. I found it odd how after he passed, the hallways felt so much more empty, even with one less person. Even though we grew apart, I have so many great memories of Matt. I'll never forget his great sense of humor and how crazy he drove me. But in the end, he was still the sweet and caring guy who people talked about at his funeral. Matt was widely respected by his friends and family, and I learned things about him that I wish I could have seen when he was still alive.

Matt's death has been a huge wake up call for me. It's made me see that every day is precious and that nothing should be taken for granted. I've learned that life is too short to wait around for change. I want people to remember me by my positive attitude, my desire to help others, and my wish to make a difference in the world. Or rather, I want to be remembered as the one who did make a difference in the world. I've definitely noticed a difference in my outlook on life, and I encourage whoever is reading this to maybe re-evaluate some things in their life as well.

Just something to think about.