Social butterfly I am not…I’m not an angry hermit either, at least not by nature.
This sharing of my thoughts…my life…is a first for me, as I don’t recall being or ever feeling the need to be too social or public.
Out of nowhere, however, I have begun to feel the opposite- “isolation” now is not the same and it feels boring and like I am trapping myself in my own cage.
Millions of souls evaporate never to be seen or heard by their fellow (wo)men. I could be one of the lost souls any minute- Death could take me as soon as I write the next word.
The risk of being a lost soul is terrifying. Forgotten by family? Never remembered for anything? Saddest of all…with your premature death comes the permanent erasure of memories only you remember. I cannot die as if I never existed. We all deserve to be remembered, one way or another- through a word or a deed; thankfulness to creation is shown by appreciating life…and I hope I still have enough time to share my life and thank the creator.
“It’s never too late.”
I will find a way to start cracking the egg.
Be witness to my death or rebirth.
