#125
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Black Humour
Sometimes even the darkest of times need humour to see us through.
Fighting fire with fire isn’t always the best option.
Follow your instinct.
Epitaph
Remember others with affection.
Life is too short for quarrels and quibbles.
Be kind.
Crack’d
The stone had been like that for generations, from what he had been told. The chunk of granite had cracked from tip to base, that fateful night in 1874. Nothing else had been touched, no other graves affected, no other souls disturbed. Just this one stone.
The dedication had worn away decades before, the records lost to time. Nobody knew any more whose grave it was, nobody knew if their remains were still there. The rumour was that the devil himself had torn the stone asunder, ripping the body from the ground so that his own domain may remain unsullied.
Who could have been so evil that even the devil didn’t want them as his bedmate? What crimes must they have committed to anger Lucifer so?
And who came each month to lay flowers on the grave with no name?
Distress
Life is full of ups and downs.
There is no failure in feeling distressed or unable to cope.
Nor is there any failure in asking for help.
Reach out to others if you need to.
It is good to talk.
Immaturity
Hold on to your inner child.
Adulthood is all too quick to remove fun and frivolity.
Retain your childlike nature and sense of humour.
Without our immaturity, we cannot appreciate the mature things in life.
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