I was HERE

“Above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I made works of art.” – Felix Gonzales-Torres

When we think of human needs we think in terms of hunger, cold, thirst, the need for shelter, or for human connection.

Something like that.

We don’t think that we have this paradoxical relationship with death… our own brevity scares us so much that we want at least a small part of us to endure… we want to stand at the edge of the abyss and shout out at the darkness that our own mortality will not diminish our light…

We also feel most alive when closest to death.

Life and death are not opposites. They are complimentary. To be alive means to acknowledge death, to slowly move towards it. Without one, the other would lose its purpose.

Without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.

And to be mortal is a wonderful thing, as long as you spend your life fighting to build something you hope would last forever.

Yes, I am but a man. Mortal. Fragile. But I was here. And my goal is to live my life in such a way that the sands of time will have a hard time erasing proof of my existence…


  1. Odd how this sentiment was one that also occupied much of my thoughts in these recent days. Perhaps it is the season for such reflections… anyways, I agree! To be alive at all is the true gift

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