Every day is a special day. We live in the present so the lives we live will always happen in the current day. Today is the most eventful moment of a life. And today is the most mundane moment of your life. All the exciting things are happening tomorrow while all the memorable things happened yesterday. But in the grand scheme of things, yesterday, tomorrow, and today are all different versions of today. So today is the most important day of our lives. We should do things today that we want for the future and that we’d be happy for in the past. Because the only time to do those things will be today.
Many people spend a lot of time fantasizing about all the great things they want to do tomorrow. In the not so distant future, they’ll start living the life they truly dream of. In a couple of years they’ll take the risk they’ve been thinking about for a decade. Your life isn’t going to work like a global blockbuster movie where everything is epic. But you should be doing things that are memorable in your mind and that you are proud you did. Some of those things can be simple and short like hitting the gym. Other things can be big and bold like asking out your longtime crush. You should always live life and be memorable in some way every day, week, month, and year. So now that it’s behind you, what did you do last week that was memorable?
Here’s a short story on what I did last week that was memorable.
This was a really hard question to answer. I haven’t even mapped my life out into weeks since I was in highschool. Maybe I was more conscious of weeks back in college but even then I was on such a loose schedule. These days I can barely tell you the exact date not to mention the day of the week. And my memory isn’t the greatest. I have a tendency to quickly forget about things that I don’t deem to be important. So in the blink of an eye I will forget about what happened yesterday. Just imagine me trying to remember the events of my entire last week. I guess the point is to find something that was memorable from the last week. Memorable means that you shouldn’t have to go deep diving in your memory. A truly memorable event is easily remembered and rarely forgetten. I didn’t have any last week, but here’s the closest thing I could remember.
I woke up early in the morning to a phone call from my sister. I was shocked to see her calling so early in the morning. I answered and she screamed how she couldn’t believe it. I had no idea what she was talking about. She just started saying, “He’s dead.” over and over again. I wanted to react but I didn’t know who “He” was. Then she said it, “Juice WRLD is dead.” I jumped out of bed. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do or say. I asked her a million and one questions about who told her that, what happened, and how she knew. She said she had to go but she’d send me the post she saw. And as soon as I heard the word post I knew it was on Instagram. It was a joke. People post all kinds of crazy things on Instagram for clout.
I looked at the message she sent and it was a post saying he passed away early that morning. I read more into it and they were reporting that he had a seizure. I didn’t know he had any problems that had to do with seizures. I read the comments and everyone was blaming it on drugs like codeine. Most people just called it “lean”. I scrolled back to the top and noticed the post was by a reporting company called The Shade Room. They were super popular and reported on all the big news that happened with celebrities. That’s when all the stuff I was talking about Instagram being untrustworthy started backfiring. I knew immediately that there was something to the story. I just didn’t know if I believed it completely. I saw they sourced the info from TMZ which wasn’t the most reputable.
As the day went on I was full blown arguing with my sister and her friends about the story. They believed it was definitely true. I was still in disbelief. I didn’t believe it was true and I didn’t believe it was even possible. I was frustrated honestly. As the day went on I started seeing more and more people talking about it. Every news site was talking about Juice WRLD passing away but nobody had anymore info than the site before them. It could of been fake news spreading but I doubted sites like CNN and Forbes would report those stories without double checking it. I slowly started coming to terms with it. He wasn’t here anymore. One of my favorite rappers of the last two years was gone. And he was just hitting his stride. All that potential disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I played his music on repeat throughout the day just watching videos on people saying their condolences. I didn’t know how I really felt about the situation. I didn’t know the guy so why would I care. But then again, I connected so deeply with his music that it did mean something to me. I was conflicted. But as I laid up in bed late at night listening to songs like “All Girls Are The Same” or “Robbery”, it hit me. I was sad. I started crying tears of sadness nonstop. I was in disbelief and all I wanted was to see him post a story on Instagram goofing around. I didn’t want him to be gone but he was gone. I felt like I lost one of my best friends. How could this really be happening? There are thousands of rappers and artists out there, why him? It sucked.
I was stuck in my dark room just crying to myself. I felt like an idiot because I was crying over someone I never met. Most people would think it was just dumb. But I didn’t care. I was sad I couldn’t keep it in. Sometimes I struggle to show emotions for family members but here I was breaking down over some guy that made cool songs and did drugs. It didn’t make sense but it didn’t have to. I spent the next few days randomly breaking down in tears whenever I heard his songs. Whenever I heard his name I would just start thinking about how much it sucked. I really connected with his music and felt like he truly understood the struggles I was going through. I found a friend in a stranger that I’ve never met and probably never would of met. But I wanted more than anything for him to be alive and well last week. That was the most memorable thing I did last week.
R.I.P. Juice WRLD.