The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

I’m a year older today. Born free of charge, so the story goes. 

Another year marked by changes, yet another reminder of being completely constrained in my own body and its mortal concept of time, experiencing the outside world through slanted perceptions, wondering what the universe is really like.

I reflect. The only thing that’s made living worthwhile has been those few times when I’ve been able to really connect with another human being. It has been an interesting ride getting to know a self-destructive neurotic and an ultra-grooming self-hating narcissist, followed by a gentle giant with the heart of a prince to a paranoid pill-popping solipsist and a high-functioning suicidal Aspie—all exemplary human beings.

Everyone keeps telling you that when you’re older you’ll have all this experience like it’s some great thing. 

That’s a load of shit. Age has nothing to do with it.

“Experience is not what happens to a man; it’s what man does with what happens to him.”
- Aldous Huxley

This life is but a brief crack of light between two eternities. As each day passes, I move irrevocably closer to death and I have never felt more alive. 

To construct and avoid destruction is a noble human effort.

To the first day of the rest of my life, salut!