Importance

How important is my life?

Am I getting closer to really living my life, or have I only actualized a decoy and not my true self, as I have led others to believe?

There are no pictures that I've taken hanging on my walls. No books that I've written on my shelves. No tracks that I can readily mix to others. I tell myself "not yet" but am I telling the truth as it is or am I succumbing to doubt - anticipating or maybe even searching for the peril in my existence? For years I've dreamt about owning a computer and now I find myself on it constantly but doing what? Deleting messages I don't want and maybe playing a game or two, playing music from the same time in order to relive some vague nostalgia.

I have to begin to live. Now.

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