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Here You Are

Somebody died today.

They lived.

They tried.

They might’ve wished they had more time.

But,

Inevitably,

Like we all do,

They died.


And here you sit, in your own shit, complaining about the smell of it.

Here you are, wasting away another day.

Someone's wife died today.

Someone's kid did.

But you still live, 

Taking it all for granted.


Someone got sick.

Someone lost a limb.

Someone lost a parent.

Someone lost a friend.

And today was the last day of a dog’s life.


The sun hits your skin.

The wind hits your cheeks.

You breath.

You speak.

You can love.

You can run.

You can give a hug.

You can sing.

You can bring love to someone else.

You can ask for help.


You are still here.

Others die,

But here you are,

Still alive. 


What are you going to do with your time?


CH 4/17/26

 
 
 

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