the time has come as persistent as always every year for me to reflect on my total years in pursuit of gleaning new wisdom. i have already had a most introspective and fulfilling year, so this time around it will be brief and blunt...
I am still alive today- such luxury of consciousness is not permanent. I don't think there is another way to cope with this fact outside of mere cognizance of it. I feel that somehow passing on my consciousness through writing, art, music, and perhaps even offspring could be the best thing to do with a finite existence.
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