Better than that.

The man in my dream looked a lot like me but apparently his crimes were so serious they warranted the death penalty.
When I compare what I have to that dream being, I am wealthy.
There he sits, in waiting, ordered executed by the state.
Both of us borrow breath from the world, but mine come with relative ease.
We are equally important to the world and will ultimately experience that infinite moment just the same.
I woke up this morning with another opportunity to do whatever I like with my life and I won’t waste it.
Death gets us all in the end.

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