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Bystander

I am thankful for my mortality, For if I were immortal, I would not cherish life. I say this, yet my actions suggest otherwise. 6,211 days on this earth— And I must have only seen a hundred sunsets. How many more will I miss? 149,064 hours, all taken for granted. What upsets me most is this: I have done nothing. 536,630,400 seconds of existence, And I have nothing to show for it. You would think my struggles on this earth Would have amounted to something. But no—I have nothing. How dare I sit idly by as the world shifts around me? I always considered myself a man of action, Yet it seems my ignorance has blinded me. All this time, I was nothing but a bystander.

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Date: 4/3/2025 6:31:00 AM
Wallowing in idleness? If you can pen poetry you're still very much alive. Do something that matters. If nothing else spread love and cheer to those who need it
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