Every time I put my hand into a bag of possibilities I get the yellow gummy bear. It makes me hate randomness.
Then I look inside and take them out one by one, and eat them first so I can finally enjoy the rest.
I know life is a little more intricate than a bag of candy. Still, there’s a place in my brain where the things I don’t want to happen exist as a to-do list. Sooner or later what woke me up minutes ago will have a check mark on the side.
We mostly bounce between the possibility of failure and the certainty of it, and we sometimes pay with pain to get rid of the former.
Isn’t it funny, how we try to kill uncertainty by shooting ourselves in the head as quickly as possible?