Calendars are a funny thing. So mysterious. If you’re not planning to die on a certain day you look at these weeks and days and months assuming you’re gonna be around for all of them. So will your loved ones. The truth is you may not. This may be the year you die. This may be the year someone you know dies. None of us are guaranteed to make it to the next New Year’s Day. I think about that every time some old celebrity or random person I know of dies. Calendars mock us. They present the future as a sure thing. I laugh at calendars.
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Our futures on this earth are anything but sure. I used to entertain a personal fallacy that everything was going to work out just fine, even all the while doubting it.