“Life begins on the other side of despair.” — Sartre
I recently found this poem I wrote on the plane to Japan in February. I was reading an off-the-wall novel from the library about the multi-verse. I can’t even remember the title at this point and it was odd, not something I would normally choose, but actually a last minute handover from my teenage daughter when I asked if she had something I could read to keep me busy on a long flight. It wasn’t something I would pick up again, but there were moments I needed it. One liners that pricked something inside me.
That being said, these words tumbled out feverishly and raw onto the pages of my journal as a response to Sartre’s quote and the author’s one staccato-esque line:
“I am alive.”
My hope is that you read this aloud, wherever you find yourself right now.
