What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?
I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.
Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.
But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?
The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.
There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.
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