If I’m counting down the days, at the very least shouldn’t I feel like I at least accomplished this?
Not that I really care that much about humanity in the big picture, but I do care about people one to one. If that makes any sense.
I don’t know, I don’t want this to sound morbid, because I don’t really feel that way. But if I’ve got another, say, 20 years ( in 20 I’ll be 81 – fuck me.), WTF am I leaving behind?
It’s really weird to think about this, but it’s fucking reality. I’m staring into the abyss and I don’t feel like am quite ready for it yet.
I guess I’m not sure if I’ll ever be.