I got smashed a couple times in the face last night in jiu-jitsu, tapped out when I shouldn’t have, and came home to learn that a friend had passed away in his early forties.
The tears came this morning. I didn’t fight them.
My skin is hot from bruising and the tears are hotter.
This is a picture of me torn between the rest my heart and body are asking for and the passion I have for squeezing the potential out of every moment of this short life.