Writings From the Heart
I remember the very first time I questioned existence.
Apr 18
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I remember the very first time I questioned existence. Noticed I was alive.
I was maybe seven. In the backseat of my mom’s car. We were driving down East 20th along what would become Miriam Park. Mother was yelling at sister about something. I don’t remember what.
But I closed my eyes. Imagined a table and a chair. Alone, empty in a room. And that feeling came upon me in my chest. You know the one.
And for a moment, I questioned why I was alive and what life really was. Why we’re all here and what it’s all for.
And then, in an instant, I felt afraid and overwhelmed. Immediately shut out those thoughts and feelings. Locked them away.
Came back-to and there I was in the backseat of my mother‘s car, watching the trees go by out the window.
Abundance Emi
April 18th, 2025
