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Spiritual State: Part I

Momento Mori I sense Death the same way I feel night approach day. It lingers beneath the layers of trivial disputes and pursuits, grounding me in bittersweet appreciation: my time in the corporeal world will prove instantaneous. Time slips away like unrooted soil in rain, with no mercy towards youth. My mortal terror does not necessarily arise from a fear of being nothing, nor from an anxiety of not existing; rather, the idea that I will not accomplish or fulfill my purpose, mission, and destiny in this breve of gravity and light plagues the core of my being. Time, oh how Time does limit the dreams of an amateur heart and mind. Yet still, I believe there is enough time... The summer before

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