My Last Song Will Have No Words

Just Bopping Along Across the Great Divide

Sharon Pillai
ILLUMINATION

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Photo by Ryk Naves on Unsplash

I’ve finally reached the age where people around me are dropping like flies. Last year alone two aunts and two uncles left the planet for good. Granted, it’s the generational level above me that is being snatched away at an alarming rate. But this spells out a very clear inevitability saying in bright blinking neon to me and my cousins sitting on the same generational branch; We’re Next on Deck.

I cannot wrap my head around this idea. Since before I had awareness of anything, my body was actively doing its inexplicable, magical duty to anchor me to this existence. Mathematically speaking, I’ve been a human being for 25,000 days, give or take. For some reason, that doesn’t seem like a very large number to encompass everything I’ve gone through till now. But due to those days numbering in the tens of thousands, I fully expect to keep on breathing, eating, sleeping, exfoliating, staring out windows, watching my mind go round in circles, for all eternity. I have no idea how to exist outside a human body.

My slow evolution over the course of 25,000 days gave me ample time to perceive the things around me, whether consciously or unconsciously. I became well practiced in the ways of human living. I’ve become professional at it. I now do things to keep my body free of disease…

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Sharon Pillai
ILLUMINATION

I'd like to think I have wit and grit. I like the right hemisphere of my brain more than the left. I need the left though for the words.