This is it. The day we were born began our final countdown.
“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.” – Fight Club
We discovered that we’re not alone. Many of the people we surround ourselves with are ostensibly happy yet still have a void. They all have a space that should be filled with unbridled joy, but simply isn’t.
Join the hunt to discover what it takes to be truly happy. This is Happy Hunting.
This is it. The day we were born began our final countdown.
“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.” – Fight Club
I’m 6’4″, can’t touch my toes, and am somewhat claustrophobic.
Despite that, I spend a lot of time in boxes. Kinda like cats. But, you know… not.
In seventh grade I tried to fit in by joining both the basketball and football teams, the latter of which I quit almost immediately. Couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out where to put all those goddamn pads and I finally drew the line at that cup thing.
Today I broke my streak. And I had a good one going. We’re not talking hours or days here, but weeks. Pretty epic really, maybe even a personal best but I’ll need to confirm that. What is this impressive streak, you ask? Weeks and weeks of groggy early morning anxiety and mental fatigue.
Why have I been feeling like ass in the morning?