How to find out who you really are

 

 

I dreamed I was buried.

A massive rock, oh so slowly,

settled over me, pinning me to the ground,

preserved in a crevice the size of a coffin.

I thought, “I will die here.”

I thought, “it will take days to die.”

I thought, “I can spend my time panicking or meditating.”

I thought, “no one will ever know which I chose.”

And that last was the worst.