4 lines to rule them all

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Heres a visual representation of what your life looks like if you live above the statistical benchmark to the age of 80. Each square here represents one week at an average of 53 weeks per year To some this might seem morbid, but I find it fascinating, humbling. You see a box I see milestones; birth of a child. The passing of a loved one. Graduation. The first paycheck. Marriage. Happiness and sadness and everything in between all rolled into 4 lines connected together. I like to fill in each week as it passes, it serves the following purpose - acts as a reminder on how far I have to go, so I contemplate and reflect on mistakes to learn from them - helps in keeping my self aligned to my values and stick to my smaller seemingly mundane habits that will only benefit me in the long run (like staying active/ keeping relationships) - keeps me grounded on how much I do not know - a constant reminder on not to take small things too seriously as it will all eventually come to an end - lastl...
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Moss Green: The End

MOSS GREEN: THE END

In a distant time the thought of oblivion would have ignited anxiety - the simple thought of pure darkness would have been enough to overpower me. 

    Now I welcome it.

I close my eyes, and instead I am standing at the edge of a stone entrance. 

    The war era tunnel, has made its place between an overgrowth of trees that have fed on the rain and remains of the fighters long buried underneath. 

    Green moss creeps towards the top of the tunnel entrance reaching for the topmost jagged stone, staining the once grey and silver walls with much needed color. 

The wind tastes heavy and cold on my tongue - the eerie silence is cut only by the dripping of dew from leaves I cannot see - the sound amplified beyond comprehend-able reason  The ground beneath my feet seems unreliable as my shoes struggle to grip - squeaking and slipping in the wet Earth 

    They say there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but all I can see is the end as it would be, reflected perfectly as if someone was holding a giant mirror on the other side

Yet, I don't see my reflection, so I know the short passage is just that

    Billions have passed through it before me, and billions will follow. 

***

I open my eyes and I'm back: 

    Amid the dim hue of my screen, my fingers are working furiously. 

Keystrokes bending to my will.

    Each clipping noise transferring the evidence of my consciousness onto digital paper 


Is it not a blessing to know that there is an end?


- Muneeb Naeem 


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