We live in a world of constant pushing,
where my youth has long since been relinquished.
My limbs are tugged upon in many directions by the hands of life’s unstoppable force,
my mind constantly tested by fears produced in irrationality.
It’s a strange feeling, this growing older,
as I await the start of a new chapter, unable to turn the pages to see how I end up.
So I sit at this headstone,
reading the names and dates of all who’ve come before me.
I used to struggle to accept that my name will someday join these.
But I know now that they are...