It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

To some of us, the nights are too long. To some, the days.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.