Threshold

You know you’ve reached the threshold, when you start thinking about your “things” and imagining what will become of them after you’re gone. All your personal little mementos that you’ve collected over the course of your life; meaning absolutely nothing to anyone who happens across them, but holds significance to you; even if that significance is nothing more than a shred of memory; carefully placed in a sacred place, bearing witness to a time, a place, a person, who was once part of you world; a faint buzz of energy and emotion lingering, from the time when you placed it there.

You picture in your mind, people sifting through journals and old writings; trying to read between your lines, believing they’ve found all the pieces and finally figured out who you really were and what made you tick; why you were the way you were, and chose the path you walked to the end.

When all that comes to mind and you realize you really don’t give a shit…that’s when you know you’ve reached the threshold. That’s when you have but two choices.

You can roll over and close your eyes, languidly disappearing into the unknown abyss, or you can find that inner light, gather your will and strength and fight against the enviable that each of us must one day face. Realizing that you’re just not quite through and you’ve still too much living to do.

Thank you, Joney, for realing against the abyss.

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