I’ve barely lived my life and I’m around half way through. There’s still too much for me to do and see. And people for me meet, my people now that I’ve got a better handle on who I am.

And not even all big cliché things like travel and love and financial stability and shit. But there’s also still music to listen to, movies and series to watch, games to play, books and comics to read.

Also, as a Sonic the Hedgehog child and Philip K. Dick and punk rock teen, days like these light a fire in me. It’s probably morbid but it kinda feels like I was born for days like these, which gives a sense of purpose and darker reason to exist.