Reality brought another bruising blow last weekend, as the brother of one of my friends died at age 23.
I feel like I have written about this before, about my immense fear of having my own brother die. I would gladly give my life for my brother to live even just one day longer. This subject is mentally taxing, and has been a dictum since it was even more true, but life is short.
So what I’ve said to myself is to do things now. And also to listen now. This existence really is much too short to dilly-dally around with false bullshit. Even if it all is. I promise to take it all in.