I want to tell you

(15 minutes to live)

So this is how it ends – not with a whimper, but with a bang. All this time waiting, honing this pearl of great price. Maybe it’s okay that I never shipped anything. Just the other day I succumbed to the existential dread that no-one is going to come and save me, tell me what to do to get me out of the jobless, homeless predicament I see in front of me, the consequences of the assaults we’ve perpetuated on the Earth and each other.

I want to tell you, I went through the panic and terror, I could hardly breath for a few hours. That’s what I get for reading about the world, for telling my boss I just want to stop, get off this lemming-train,  front up to truth.

Yesterday I woke up, I could choose to walk, to not buy the latte, to do washing, to be here. I want to tell you, no-one’s making me escape into addiction, distraction, helplesssness, half-heartedness. No-one ever has.

[At this point, Death swooped in to save John from the possibilities he so feared]

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This piece was written in response to the first prompt of the Trust30 Challenge:

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.

1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written

(Author: Gwen Bell)

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