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What Even?

In the ambitious hopes of tomorrow,
we lose what little nice, today can be.
In the anticipation of what still isn’t,
we ruin what is there in our hands.
In the pride we haven’t earned yet,
we mostly let go of what matters.
In proving ourselves as ‘somebody’,
we often forget who we really are.
In the gripping fear of the final call,
we die small little deaths every day.

3 thoughts on “What Even?”

  1. Perhaps we die small little deaths every day in order to be reborn as a phoenix. Nonetheless a beautifully articulated post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 🙂

    1. Hello, Sidharth!
      I am humbled by your appreciation. I also agree with your perspective. We die small little deaths everyday, only to recuperate and learn how to live more. I will definitely read your writings. It’s always a pleasure to get to know a fellow writer.

      1. Thank you for respecting my request! I always look forward to interracting with poetic souls like you as it helps me enhance & elevate the ambit of my own intellect. Please feel free to go through any of my writings according to your convenience. I look forward to reading more of your writings in the near future. 🙂

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