There are so many reasons you shouldn’t still be alive. You could have been the ill-fated 15-year-old (a runaway), 23 year old (no family support), 35 year old (depressed), 67 year old (how do we even label you, survivor?).
And yet, you are not here on this list.
And we are. We still live in this world.
That shit is heavy. Heavy like the weight of books written by those who supposedly made it, but then chose not to make it all the way. Heavy like the weight of Silvia Plath’s oven.
Fuckin’ heavy, man.
There are many contests in life. Most of ‘em don’t matter. But if I”ve learned one thing, it’s this.
Teach your kids (biological, students, nieces, nephews, neighborhood kids) and know that you yourself are entitled to *survive* every contest as are they. Be smart, but understand that survival privilege is real.
Let’s make it a thing we all acknowledge (and yes, it is likely harder to deliver this message to an audience who doesn’t have traditional privilege, but it doesn’t make it any less valid).
-Peace and love to Michael Feeney, you are one of many angels gone too soon.