Dear APOCALYPSE #2

I didn't ask to be here. I didn't have any say in being brought into this. But, here I am. Trying to make the best of things. Trying to have fun, do good, explore and make the most of it anyway.

Being human is messy.

Like, really fucking messy in every imaginable way (and many that you'll never imagine). We're selfish and short-sighted and quick to give ourselves a big ol' pat on the back when we fix a wrong we caused by being selfish and short sighted in the first place.

But, perfection would be boring and the world tends towards entropy anyway. May as well have fun with it. Laugh until you pee (but just a little bit), love without reservation. Dance until you're a wee bit delirious.

Observe the beauty around you even if it means standing in a puddle of filth to see it. Refuse to act your age, get complacent or conform to someone else's idea of 'you'-ness. Don't be an asshole to those that don't deserve it. Learn how to change a flat tire.

It may not make the end any easier. It may not feel like any of it mattered, but you owe it to yourself to at least try while you still can.

(written march 16th 2020)