04/30/2025
Oakland Cemetery | Atlanta, GA | Late April ‘25
My own mortality has been breathing down my neck lately. A series of events has shoved the idea of my fleeting existence right up to my face. And yeah, in those moments, I’ve spiraled into anxiety, worried myself sick, and pondered until my brain hurt—only to reach one stark realization: One day I too will die. Groundbreaking, right?
It’s not that I never knew this—it’s that it’s never felt so damn present before. After much consideration (and a few existential crises), I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m actually okay with it. More than okay—I feel strangely empowered by death lurking out there, silently ticking down my time. I’m now motivated to do everything I can RIGHT NOW, all the way to eleven. If time is finite—and spoiler alert, it is—then why not make the most of it? Why waste precious days ruminating or paralyzed by fear? Why not just do whatever the hell I want instead?
I know this sounds like I’ve discovered something everyone else figured out ages ago, but hey—it’s where I am now. And walking among the stones at Oakland Cemetery, I’ve never felt more alive.