It’s the first time I missed a year. 2023.

I’m still here. 

The recent health scare shook me. 

For the first time in a long while, I felt the long shadows of death looming close behind. 

I thought this is it. This is how I will go. Cancer. 

And suddenly wanting to live was the only thing I wanted. More time. I wanted more time. To do all the to do’s, I will do it later, next year, or the following, next time; all those invisible list we earmarked for the future. But why and how were we so certain that THAT future consist of us still being there? 

What audacity. 

What a fool. 

This year. Today. Now. I’m doing them now.