That is a hard concept for me. Raised as a Christian, it was thought that God to God was the answer. Where we came from and where we go. Just recently I have broken this illusion for myself, but it still makes it hard. One day I will be dust. Nothing more than dust. Like the leaves I collected. They were alive, just like I, once. Alive and beautiful, not even a year ago. Already they are crumbling into the dust that will be blown around by the wind. My rock I found is more slowly becoming dust. I am still living. I will die someday though. Then I will turn into dust. Nothing more than dust. I never thought I would be blown around by the wind. It’s really not scary. I’ll be with the leaves, and the rock dust, blowing together on the wind.
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