Today, I Choose

When I die, everything that I ever was dies with me. And now, while I'm living, everything that I am is simply alive within my own infinity. My infinity is on a completely different timeline than any other individual's infinity. I am within the infinity of the universe, and also within the infinity of my own existence, and my existence is wavering. I could cease to exist at any moment, yet, I spend my infinity choosing to care about the thoughts and opinions of someone else, who could also cease to exist at any moment. Why do I do this? Why do I spend my time, of which I am uncertain I even have, filling my head with the concern that someone could decide that they aren't fond of what I choose to do, or think, or wear, or say, or feel.

Today, I chose to cease to exist in any other infinity outside of my own. I don't know what that means quite yet, or how my timeline shifts, or if I get a bigger or smaller infinity because of it, but what I do know; my existence isn't so unbearable anymore.