The dread of not existing
Has haunted my conscience too long.
It is time for me to accept
That I am nothing more or less
Than an accident of nature.
The awe I feel
That life could occurre at all
Overpowers my senses.
Intricate, yet flawed,
In a way allowing more beauty.
How lucky am I
To linger in this beautiful world
When infinite possible lives
Never will?
How ungrateful would it be
To complain of life's brevity?
I am done with fear.
Wonder is enough.
Love is enough.
Life is enough.
So I've opened my eyes...
It's time to start living.
Has haunted my conscience too long.
It is time for me to accept
That I am nothing more or less
Than an accident of nature.
The awe I feel
That life could occurre at all
Overpowers my senses.
Intricate, yet flawed,
In a way allowing more beauty.
How lucky am I
To linger in this beautiful world
When infinite possible lives
Never will?
How ungrateful would it be
To complain of life's brevity?
I am done with fear.
Wonder is enough.
Love is enough.
Life is enough.
So I've opened my eyes...
It's time to start living.

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