No regrets

My deepest fear is not of this virus. It’s of the regrets.

The realization of my mortality has surfaced something dark and heavy.

The dreams left unrealized.

The intuition that I ignored.

That’s the gift of this whole experience, if you ask me.

A deeper recognition of the gap between who we are and who we are meant to be.

An urgency.

A reckoning.

A rebirth.

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