[Written: 2024-10-27]

[Edited: 2024-11-08]

I, the individual, am the care taker of the sacred cemetery of Earth.

As our memories of our mortal bodies are reanimated by forces unknown, we scan for the forgotten and irreplaceable fragments of the things that we have lost in the blinding peacefulness of chaos and order that now brings.

Everyday, I leave a part of myself behind in the form of memories. It grows at the nurturing hands of my family and friends, and they deliver it back to me when the time is right – I find strengths that not only I didn’t know I had, but also strengths that I didn’t have before.

It can be hard to know if we are waking from a dream or waking into it at times, but when my mind focuses; I can see a mementos and intricately woven world of Gods and people so big, they are evident in the smallest of detail.

We, each individual, are the caretakers of the sacred cemetery of Earth.

I rest again peacefully with the rest of the mortals of our world, and wait for the next sign of life to remember.

I am not perfect, we are not perfect, but life is a wonderfully beautiful thing. And even though we humans can be fragile or strong, sometimes depending on the day or stage of our journey, there will never be a shortage of protectors of our worlds, and they can come in more forms and shapes than we could ever comprehend.