The scary realization that yes, you will die. Your friends will die. Your parents will die. In 100 years, no one you know right now will be around. Your existence is lived out in on a big frigging rock that somehow keeps the right tilt and rotation to keep an atmosphere and gravity to keep you on your feet. None of this should work, something should and probably will go wrong in the future. Yet, here I am….worrying about x thing, stressing about y problem.
Mmaybe I should look up skyward sometime and remind myself of how… wondrous being alive is.