It’s something that is far beyond anyone’s comprehension, but it’s nice to think about.

It doesn’t make me angry or bug me, so I think back to it often.

We wake up everyday, same routine, that is if we have one, go through our day and everybody goes through theirs and hopefully we come back home safely and happy.

That’s all that matters.

We are lucky, truly, truly lucky.

We evade everything that could kill us, harm us, taunt us, and destroy us, yet we still bitch about shit that does not matter.

Because if it did, you wouldn’t be bitching, you’d be doing something.

Anyways, we wake up and one day after another, we’re trying to succeed and eventually one of these mornings, everything is going to be completely different from yesterday.

And then there’s no going back.

Are you happy with your present?

Have you taken advantage of the gift you have?

I don’t know.

You’re reading this in your own voice, aren’t you?