Impromptu

Something something

July 7, 2020

I'm writing this because I'm suddenly afraid of dying.

I can explain where is this coming from, but explaining does not give meaning to the fact that I'm scared at the possibility of something that is going to happen. For sure, it is going to happen. To me and to everyone else.

Our shared experience.

I have no idea if writing about it makes me feel safer or not. Or why, if I'm truly scared, writing here makes sense.

Shouldn't I be making amends and sending messages telling people I love them?

Legacy, meaning, purpose. What does that mean?

There isn't a point for this post.

But I am going to use it as a reminder of mortality, of being present everyday, of the very fragile nature of being human and as a thank you to the universe, to my parents, and to the blobs of energy that came together to form the human that is writing on the other side of the screen.

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