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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On headstones, I stand


There came a time when I felt as though life did not need to know what I was thinking, that my thoughts were not as important as I gave them credit - that was when I stopped writing 

But I forgot, that writing has always been an escape for me, a means to flush out the melancholic, the erratic, the mundane and at times, the exiting currents that thrashed against the inside of my skull. 

As of late, the notion of death has been creeping its way slowly into my head, in things I can see and in things I cant. Its strange though, as last time I came face to face with death, I was knee deep in the Earth herself, six feet deep, lowering the body of a loved one - yet - for some odd reason, this time, she seems closer, more threatening than our last encounter

It is time, yet again, to make a few decisions based on the immense of death and  blissful oblivion that comes with her. 



- Muneeb 








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