I never thought I'd make it to 30, and every day since over the last 8 years has been a gift. If I died tomorrow I'd still have had more chances than most.
But the world-grief is something else.
I hate not being able to do more. I hate how much money is tossed at nonsense, cruelty, & corruption, when we have enough to uplift us all.
Still, we have to pretend to love the world 'til we do again.
Feign joy even at interests that might seem frivolous now.
And remember that being here is enough.