I'll wither away. Like green plants, my leaves will yellow, then brown. A gradual fading away. I see the process in my waking. I see it in my breathing. The gradual ebb of life's force. I accept this change. I embrace it.
In life, I see death. In death, I see life. It's the intermingling of the two-headed water. Today, we breathe. Alive. Full. Tomorrow, we freeze. Lifeless. Gone.
The play continues. I am just an actor on this stage. Someday, the curtains will fall.
But today, I live. I'll live.
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Random Experiences - 2022
Non-FictionThis is a random journal of an introverted explorer of experiences.
