Lately, I’ve been thinking of death, quite often. It seems closer than ever.
This time of year, it really likes to come around and poke me to see how I react. This is when I graduated from high school, 5 years ago.
My youth is slipping away. I’m still young. But I can see it go, bit by bit, every single day.
I see every stage in life, as a progression towards death. Dating, marriage, babies, or even graduations, holidays, birthdays. It is all leading somewhere.
I’m racing. Racing to matter. Death seems very close, and if I let him catch me before I figure out how to matter, then he wins.