if i died tomorrow
i’d be alright
though regretful. . .

that i was such a coward
in love
in pursuing my visions
inspirations. . .

that i ever concerned myself
with what they thought of me
and other nonsense
that was never any of my business. . .

that i hesitated
before jumping in
and taking more chances
dancing in reverie
standing in
instead of leading the way. . .

we can quantify and label our apparent foibles, imbalances, hang-ups and weak spots, but when the page is turned, all that will madden us is how quickly we might be able to dive back in, if only to be afforded the chance to dive a little deeper. . .

we die a little each day. how much do we live?

solvitur ambulando

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