The Only Definite

By Anonymous

Artwork by Julia Mary Sniatynskyj

Well, you have this thing called a heart. Really it’s a tremendous thing. I mean you’ll get tired and you’ll sleep, you’ll get anxious and you’ll take a bubble bath but your heart? It’s non-stop.

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. Right?

It beats like, what, a million times a day? All day, every day, until you die. You’re made up of shit like that. Tubes, sacs, bones shaped like towers.

You have to try to remember that you’re not more than that. You do have a brain, right? No, seriously, think about it for a minute. You’re sitting there right now (or standing, or lying, whatever it is that you’re doing). And just think for a minute. Underneath your skull there is a pile of mush. Can you see it?

You’re just like everybody else? But you’re not, right? Because within all this crap; the blood, the veins and the brain that looks the same as everybody else, is you.

But because you got this thing called a mind you’ll forget all that. You’ll forget that you’re just made of blood, veins and guts. You’ll think you’re something else. And you might hurt people. You might get into fights.

But you.

You are actually going to die…

What does that mean?

What does that mean to you?

Think about it.