It’s a funny battle, it’s a constant game.
I guess I was busy, when nothing came.
Imagine that fleeting moment when you draw your last breath, bracing for the answer to the lifelong, unanswerable question of what happens next. Surrounded by monochromatic hospital walls, a single sealed window, and various machines asking you to wrap things up post-haste – your family sits watching you silently panic. Your children gently rub the tops your hands, assuring you that everything will be alright, and that they love you, while the tears running down their cheeks offer little reassurance of their faith in the words currently coming out of their mouths.
Now imagine a song playing. If it’s “Nothing Arrived,” change everything about your life at this instance.