Im gonna shuffle my giant playlist of every song i like and if the very first one that plays isnt exactly what i want to hear right this second im gna lose it
I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
According to the UN, the global average lifespan is 71.7 years.
At 24? You are just exiting the (statistical) first act of your life. You have laid exposition. Things are in motion. If you have a gun, expect it to go off sometime in the next 40 years. But you are still so, so early in your story. You are just beginning to move through the plot. And the things that are coming are the best things yet.
Because your second act lasts until 47.8 years. Your second act grows the plot, it sees the characters learn and change and become more concentrated versions of themselves. They love, they live. By the end, you should know who you are, and where you want to go. (now of course, this can change because it is time for)
Act 3, which is where all the things you have been building in the story of you start to come to a head. The children you had in act 2, if there are any, grow and thrive. They will end their first act while you are here. Don’t forget to warn them about the gun. You will see the things you worked for come to their ends - careers, relationships, projects, loves, and eventually you.
Because your story ends. All stories end. If they don’t, they’re not stories. But if you are standing at 23 or 24 or 25 and thinking that your life is over– it’s not. Statistically, you’re just getting to the good part.
