Respond

Every day is a countdown towards something-

a meaning marker. Once we are cognizant of this we become more interwoven-

involved with this idea. Mortality

you plague us with meaning:

find one.

If we try and escape this question,

it manifests into distractions. Some of these are highly sophisticated:

sex. lust. drugs. money. all of these are opportunities to experience

a rush. a thrill. a feeling of a moment, fleeting. An experience of recognizing our

mortality. These distractions do not answer its question, though.

Mortality asks us, what is your meaning?

I ask, have you done anything to respond?