Listening to Levi the Poet (song: “It’s All Worth Living For“). And as I am listening, I begin to remember the fact that death comes for us all. Eventually.
I remember that, one day, I will die.
This memory scares me a bit. Not because of the death itself. But, rather… Because of the thought of “have I done enough?”
I’m alone. No one to share my victories with, really. Nor my downfalls either. I fear I will never be remembered once I do eventually go. Will this life have been worth it by that time or will it have all been a waste?
I think it’ll be worth it?
I’m proud of who I am today, at least. And I think that, sometimes, that’s enough. Life isn’t this BIG, grandiose thing like we often wish for it to be. Rather, it is a collection of small moments all culminating in something worthwhile.
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