This morning, I found out that my friend from uni, one of my best friend’s boyfriend, died last friday. He had been long suffering with a terminal illness, and it finally came down to stopping his medication.

As a couple, they were the most perfect, fairytale pair. No one has ever been so in love. They were each other’s worlds and I can’t imagine how she is feeling right now. You can prepare all you like, but nothing is going to soften that blow, and nothing anyone says is going to make it better. She is the sweetest, most gentle and kind girl I know and I send her all my love and strength.

It’s not until something like this happens that you really realise just how short life can be, and how that can affect the people in it. It makes me annoyed even for ever feeling like I didn’t want to be alive, and how flippant people can be when it comes to thoughts of suicide.

It is such a cliché to say that life is too short and to live for the moment, and I guess that when something like this happens, that really hits home. I know peoples situations are different, and that you can’t always just live for the moment and do what you want, but what if you knew you only had them few days to live? Chances are you would find a way to see and do the things you’ve always dreamt of doing, forgetting the everyday crap.

This is kind of the mindset I have been in since the start of the year. I’ve been making changes in my life, worrying less about the long term, and concentrating on what makes me happy. If you want to do something, then just do it. We shouldn’t have to wait until we know our time is up before we do something about living for the moment. Life is too short as it is.

Goodbye Marcus, may you rest peacefully now. You were an inspiration.

All my love <3