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A cure for existential dread

Photo by William J Spirdione

I could someday be dead
Like any of us or all of us
It could be right now
It could be in fifty years
At least for me
I hope all of us
Live
A little bit longer
At least we can write
We can let others know
We lived our own life
We learned a few lessons along the way
We lived the way we thought we should live
Sometimes happy
Sometimes sad
Sometimes angry
Confused about others
Loving and being loved
Our lives were missing something
That thing could be
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Just follow a few rules
I’m someone
who usually doesn’t
But listen to the advice
Of those who come before
Tell a story the way
Only you tell it
Clarify your thoughts
Words begin to flow
More perfect
The more you practice
It adds significance
To all our lives
The reading and the writing
No commercial interruptions
Every subject matter coexisting
The whole world contributing
Now somebody
Not in our household
Might read what we write
Something we write might
Help someone
Even in the smallest way
Someone might remember
We existed
We cared enough
To write
We become immortal