Half a fucking century, I reached this age expecting a revelation.
I woke up this morning in Bali with a stomach doing backflips. It could’ve been the ice in the cocktails or the suspiciously cheap food from the warung down the road. To be fair, if you’re doing this place properly, a little gastrointestinal roulette is part of the deal.
Then a message came through this morning: a friend passed away.
Curious how quickly the world rearranges itself after news like that. I deleted four hundred words halfway through writing this because they no longer seemed important.
That is the uncomfortable secret lurking behind every birthday cake.
Yesterday has already escaped, while tomorrow is an untrustworthy accomplice. And today, fragile and twitching under the sound of a whirling fan, is all we really possess.
That’s the main takeaway for today, cherish what’s in front of you and thank you for all the birthday wishes.
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