Live as if you’re dying? No.
I wanna live like the world is ending slooowly or like the sun will combust in 5 billion years.
Or like this whole galaxy will no longer exist one day.
No trace of us, no trace of anything at all one day.
Size is also relative, we could be a noodle on a giants plate waiting to be eaten. But to us, we are the world.
When everything restarts itself, I will not be here to see it. Neither will you. We are connected by this, in fact.
This solar system is like our little secret.
Although we will not be here to see everything go out in a nuclear radiation infused beam of white light.
Or when this money-labor hungry system runs itself to the ground and humanity can no longer sustain itself.
Whichever comes first, I will be long dead by then- in the earth somewhere peacefully oblivious to everything.
Only the universe will have my memories. Everywhere I’ve been, everything I’ve touched, every word I’ve spoken, all the thoughts I’ve had and the flowers I’ve picked.
The plants I’ve grown and the distance I’ve traveled, will be but what is left in the wind.
I want to plant a tree, so that when the day comes that I am at last released from this existence, I would have given the earth a piece of me that can live on longer than me.
At least something will continue to thrive and clean the air when I am gone, and maybe that tree will house robins, or become dented by hail one year.
Maybe it will be an oak tree (I haven’t decided) and drop acorns for the squirrels in autumn. An owl could even burrow in its trunk.
10 billion years from now, the constellations askew- our lives were all but just a blink. No human had taken a breath for a while now. No dog has barked, no bird has chirped.
The silence is only cut up by the pulsating sounds of stars.
Let the water flow through, and watch it begin again.
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