The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is it's last day on Earth.
But I think that's a luxury, not a curse.
To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom.
Good time to take inventory.
But the sand and the rocks here, be stained with people.
They will remember me.
For this.
Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one I choose for myself.
I go forward like a breath exhaled from the earth.
With vigour in our hearts and one goal in sight.
I. Will. Make it.