My heart is full of ideas;
my mind is full of questions.

So many places I could be,
people I could become,
sights to be seen,
lives to be understood -

but I am here.

And is here
where I am intended to be? -
I think yes,
but a defying opinion
arises when I consider
the vast possibilities in life,
the potential that humans hold
to paint their existence
in whichever way they please.

Something is growing in me,
inspiring me to discover, to become,
and that something feels a lot like
a pull in the right direction.

But for now -
I am here;
and the present
is the only reality
that I know.

Have you ever looked
death in the face?
Have you ever thought
of this stark reality?

We are mist.
We are shifting
and moving
and changing
and then we will be gone.

Does the brevity
of our lives
intimidate you
or does it
intrigue you?

Does our impending death
inspire you
or inhibit you?