Existence

What if the meaning of existence
isn’t a destination
but a process,
a becoming?

We rise, we fall,
we break, we heal,
and somewhere in the expanses
we understand
that to exist is to transform,
to drag pieces of each memory
with us,
to let them change us
until we are something new.

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Rahul Tiwary

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