Into The Reaping

Once you have a near death experience everything changes. I cannot see anything the same. I realize there will never be enough hours in the day, days in the week, weeks in the month, or months in a year. Life rushes by and you reach out and feel it like wind through your fingertips. It's fleeting yet the most beautiful moments always escape us far too soon.
I'm expendable. I'm humble in that realization. I'm humbled by the sheer magnitude of the ever fleeting moment. I'm a speck in a colossal debris field and I only found myself once I allowed my ego to wither and die.