Delay and stuff

I've been to the other side of the country for the last couple of days now, 330 km in a cold car to be more precise.
It's been okay but a bore, because I was there with my grandparents, yibee.
I read a whole book though, about a girl who's dying from leukaemia. She has less than a year left and she has this list of things she wants to try before she passes away. Sex, drugs, saying yes a whole day, getting her parents back together and things like that. It's actually a really good book, not very sad, more like ironic and sceptical. She knows she's dying and she's scared, of course, but there's nothing she can really do about it. I think that's nice. (It's called "Before I die", by the way).

But think about it. Every morning you wake up, there's one day less left before you die. It's like an invisible clock that's ticking always, constantly. It's frightening to think about but at the same time also kind of comforting. Because you know that even though your life might be fucked up and worthless, it's not like it'll go on forever. It'll end one day, and one day as well, no one will remember you. It might take years, centuries. We still remember many great men from past decades. Shakespeare. Darwin. Freud. But one day people might not know about them any more.
I read in the book, that every 7th year, we have changed completely. Every 7th year, every cell in our body is new. You are physically not the same person you were when you were five, ten years old. It's weird, isn't it?

I forgot my keys this morning, when I went home. My granny has to send them through mail. How embarrassing!

- Yours sincerely