Half done; Half; Ha…

You there. Sit up. Slow your breathing. Venture into your mind. Go back a year — a decade. Bring forth your youth, your carelessness. And while you bask in those memories, cast your eye toward the desolate town at the far end. Go closer. Grip the curtain that envelopes it. Yank it open. Dust off the board that reads: Abandon Hope, Ye Who Enter. Enter anyway. Look at all the half-done things — the…