A Reflection of Death

A tribute to the beloved Kobe Bryant who passed today.

"It's the one thing you can control. You are responsible for how people remember you-- or don't. So don't take it lightly." -Kobe Bryant

I've made it this far but how long do I have?

People die all the time and the cycle continues.

People are born and then people die.

I breath everyday but what do I give to everyday that I'm breathing?

What do I take away?

And if I'm not turning nothing into something then what do I contribute?

If I die today, if it was me that died, what have I left behind?

What is my purpose?

Everyone should have a purpose, but some people die and their name is never mentioned again.

They aren't looked back on by anyone and no one recognizes them.

They just fade into nothing.

But I want to be more than that, I want to give something.

I want people to feel something from what I give.

I don't want to just live day by day and all of the things that I've done in that day mean nothing and when its my time to go, it was all for nothing.

I want to live with purpose and I want there to meaning in my life.

So when I finally take my last breath people say my name proudly.

And all the photographs, writings, and videos that people have of me are looked back upon with reminisce and people feel something.

I want to have given back and for people to read the things I've written,

For them to feel enlightened, instead of me just drifting away into nothing, into dust.

Instead of me being nothing.

It breaks my heart to think that I could be nothing.

So I can't waste a day or a moment of my life, I can't just breath to breath.

Because I'm given a life when other people have life taken away.

I'm given a chance.

I've been given something and I have to make something of it.

I have to give back.

I have to do more because other people don't get to do more.

Other people are cut short of the life they're given and that's not fair.

So I have to be the voice for the voiceless.

I have to live for the people who've died because if I don't then I'm just a waste.

A waste of space, a waste of breath, a waste like the rest who only lived to die.

It'd be a waste to waste a life, when so many people die and don't even get a say in whether they can continue living.

So for them, I have to live and I have to make something of every moment because that's all I have control over.

If I don't do that then I'll be nothing.

If I don't do that then I might as well be dead.