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I’ll admit that sometimes I still get a little depressed since I know everything, I have will one day come to its end. In any second. With any given breath. Which usually begs my question, have I done everything I can to make the time I occupied this skin resort I was lent purposeful or made this borrowed time worth the moments I was gifted to spend breathing, sometimes suffocating. Nevertheless, living to die inevitably with each new lifecycle that has an end. Ponder ponder. Wonder no more. The days I spent were meant to add to Another cycle of passing through the living revolving door. I’ll come back again. With a different mask. In a new lent space. With a restart of time.Trying to live every day. Knowing one day, I’m going to die. While desperately surviving this different but same same life. That will one day again be taken without reason. Damn. It’s a conundrum, isn’t it When you stop and analyze all of it. Like umm wow how refreshing. When life throws me a new ball that I’m forced to catch. After life decided to launch one with its lesson bat. But in one of my past lives, I was a catcher, wasn’t I? So, I learned something, yet I get dealt with these repetitive lives, with this same same but nothing, living greater than pain. With constant reminders I’ll be here again, one day. Sometimes I just can’t help but think can someone, anyone, please press skip, end, don’t repeat. As luck may have it though, my thoughts have changed. So, not today, old way of thinking.I’m trying to see what I can learn now to take with me. I don’t know what happens when this ends. Or if I will end up repeating the same mistakes when I come back, If I come back again. I mean, after all, what would the point be. To return to a new life with the same past thinking. If I keep messing up and not learning anything the next cycle will repeat until I change the same same, different way of whatever I’m doing thoughtlessly. Causing the next life ripples of pain before I even take a seat. Living mindfully as we all live to die to live. Hopefully

By Sierra Mazzucca