Life is fleeting. Some days you just realize it. I’ve been dealing with the flu (the cold flu not the stomach flu) for the last 10 days or so. I feel like I’m finally getting better but something occurred to me during this bout of sickness. There isn’t a guarantee of always getting better. One day I’m going to get sick and I’m not going to get better. I operate on the assumption that this will be far in the future but there isn’t even a guarantee of that.

I’m someone whose thoughts are frequently in the future. Trying to understand where my life is headed. But sometimes I feel like in doing that I’m often missing the beautiful present. Missing the people I’m surrounded with now, even as I miss those I’m separated from.

I’m trying to learn not to take today for granted. Today isn’t a step to the rest of my life; today could very well be the rest of my life.