There are times when I am alone in thought that it occurs to me- outside of memories- death is nearer and sooner realized than any return to the joys or things I used to be, and I despair.

But there is also a voice, not long after, and not unlike a heartbeat, which is insistent that, despite the loss of years, the opportunity to do and be exactly what I want is ever before me, and is only so far away as the next moment.

And in this fashion, with hope and curiosity, I am entreated to continue forward. And so I go, towards the greater balance of everything yet to be. So must we all.

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