Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
What if everything changes?
What if nothing does?

Life is funny that way.
So mundane and yet so apocalyptic.
We uncover ourselves in the monotonous revealing of time.

I’m finding it harder and harder to hold on,
to ignore the absurdity of existence.
How have I loved so many strangers,
and how can they mean everything and nothing to me at the same time?

How does anyone do anything at all?