On Wednesday, May 13, 2020, I turned 50 years old. It was just another day. Just another day of worrying about my family, worrying about the state of the world, worrying about finding a job, worrying about COVID-19 and tantrums and remote learning, wondering what I would do for the next 50 years, if I live that long. To celebrate turning 50, to celebrate existence in general, I decided to write a poem for every year of my life. The process made me wonder: What have I truly accomplished in 50 years? Which begged another question. Is it important?