Thinking. About being alive. And conscious. That’s my
favorite thought. Always makes me feel good. Makes me aware of the moment.
Because I’m actually thinking about being alive and conscious. A sign that I’m
not taking life for granted. Doing more than going through the motions. No robotic
life for me. No auto-pilot. Maybe that’s the biggest danger. Living life in a
stupor. With nary a significant and lasting thought. Anyway, when finally dead
and gone, there will be no proof that I ever existed. I wonder. If everything
vanishes. Not only me. But everything. Planet
Earth and our solar system. All of
creation. It no longer exists. If I am not here to witness. To perceive. Everything is gone. Everything has a beginning and an end. Here I am. Living in the middle. Letting life evolve. More or less naturally. Trying
to ponder. Why am I here? Does it
matter? –Jim Broede
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