I’m going to call it: my inner self is a white dog, my third spirit animal. Left to myself, unobstructed by past and present terrors, I am very social, very enthusiastic, very curious, and I love to laugh. Really, I am an overgrown kid.
My nearly infinite capacity for finding and focusing on negativity notwithstanding, and my clear and I think accurate understanding of our grave present dangers also notwithstanding, I have decided to do my best to enjoy every day and live happily.
Death takes all of us. But does it take us in the middle of a moan or a belly laugh?
Fuck the odds. I’m going to do my best to live until I die.