Life isnt as tough as it seems

I realized that life isn't as tough as it seems to be. Like alot of people, if you face it, and stand up to it. It will back down, everything has its limit.
Alot of people act like they're tough. And try too hard to make that the base of their image. But really its those who keep quite, and dont get caught up in the drama. Those are the people that are tough. No matter how hard you try, you cant become tough. It happens by itself, ussually its inflicted upon you by someone else. Or sometimes it doesnt even come.
But I beleive that being humble and kind is hard. Snapping necks, and swearing at people is pretty easy.
Everything comes at its price. Nothing that is right is easy. Therefore, stealing the spotlife, and showing off. Is about as wrong as it gets

In a Blink of An Eye, Its All Over

Everyday, things change. The world spins: from dark to bright. People grow, they age. The other day my family and I noticed that my brother had gotten taller. Everybody thought it was a good thing, and they were all happy. I was the only who could see it for what it was.
The little baby, lying there on his small cradle was growing. He was no longer the sweet little baby brother i grew to love. And I noticed that no matter how hard i tried, there was nothing I could do.
I will always love him, no matter what. Its just sad how fast time flies by. Soon I'm going to be off to college, soon my brother is going to be off to college. I will savor all of our childhood moments. Its just sad that, In a blink of an eye its all over

15 word wednesday: sudden reality

My brother’s death left me utterly despondent. Not a day goes by that I wish I could take it back. Those days are interminable, and so is the pain.
My parents tend to go on tirades about me being too reclusive these days, mostly because of my brother’s death. But I’m not worried about what they say, or his death. I just can’t believe…it was me who caused it.
One dark cold night, my brother, some friends, and I were coming back from a wild party. It was all the drinking, and trouble we were getting into that made the sage of my brother decide it was time to go home. We were all profoundly wasted; sadly it was me who was forced to drive. And as soon as I started the car my tremulous hands led us into deep trouble. A left turn down bleaker street turned out in the death of my brother, and the death of the old me.
I sat there, sobbing over the dead body of my beloved brother. With no one to answer my urgent entreaties to bring him back. Don’t take this amiss I knew he couldn’t be resurrected. But sometimes it’s better to dream and hope, rather than to be struck by sudden reality.
30 days since have made me colder, because the events that occurred that night still haunt me to this day. And it’s those events that make me abhor death and the consequences it brings not only to its victim, but those who love him as well.
My brother was known for his affable behavior. I don’t want to be known as the irascible man who took that away. Because if having those painful images reverberate throughout my head wasn’t enough. There’s the guilt, the guilt that impels me to be a better man.