Victory

Автор: Племянница Уолта Уитмена


Well, sometimes I'm afraid.



I'm afraid that my life will end.

Not the death itself is that I fear, but the passage of life. I'm afraid that one day my whole existance will flash behind my eyelids, inside my brain. And then it all will disappear. My body, my legs that used to walk down these streets, my lungs that used to filter the air for me to stay alive, my eyes that saw the colors and my ears that heard the sounds. The world will remain. But my voice won't be here to stop the silence. I always stop the silence around me to make a statement: "I am here, alive." The only thing I basically do is make this statement every day. Like, an everyday victory. I want it to last, I want to fight the oblivion for as long as it's possible. Although oblivion is sometimes pretty tempting. It tries to lure us. It tried to welcome me into it's deadly desolations for many, many times.



But still, I live. Still I make sounds and laugh in the face of death. Because that's what we, silly human creatures, do. We fight a war we were ment to lose in.

And that's what I call victory.