u/Appropriate_Earth_60

I think about living.

I think about getting old.

I think about dying.

I think about all of the life in between.

I think about the hellos and goodbyes, the next times.

Each instance with a different person, at a different time, serving a different purpose.

Knowing each one wasn’t an accident, happening at the point in time it was supposed to take place.

I hope all my intentions carried over.

I hope no word or sentiment ever fell flat.

I hope every relationship reached its potential.

I hope I lived every bit of life there was to live.

I hope I recognized every last moment as the gift it was.
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There’s too much life to miss out on living.