By Valerie Delos-Reyes What do I know? I know I’m drifting; I know I’m in that dreamlike state where I can’t tell if I’m awake, the place where ideas come to me. But I know I’m awake; I can tell by the cut on my finger, the way it hurts with real pain, and I know that’s good. I know that pain and being hurt are the only ways to tell if you’ve lived a real life. I know that if I go out and live and cut and bruise myself, it won’t matter, because the rewards of having taken that step and left the safety and monotony of my house — that will be enough, more than enough. I know I will heal. I know that if I fall too hard, there are people who love me that will make it feel better. I know that if I never experience pain, I’ll never be able to appreciate the beauty and wonder and joy when it comes. I know that nature is wild and untamed, and you can get hurt there, but it’s what came before us, where we were meant to be, so I will go out there and cut my hands digging in the ground and scrape my knees running and falling, and I will get dirt under my fingernails and between my toes, but that’s all right, because life is a thing that’s worth a little pain to live. If you want to write for the Crescent Crier, we would love to see you at one of our virtual meetings, which are every Wednesday at 3pm! To come to a meeting, fill out this form: https://forms.gle/TrQ5PqFcDqeE2yiB9, and we’ll send you a link ASAP. If you would like to submit a single article - or anything else like creative writing, an opinion, an art piece, photo or photo series, or something else entirely - then you can do that using this form: https://forms.gle/WAHSoWJuVwK3q5du6. If you want to contact us for any reason, you can email
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