Days are long, days are short, days are actually all the same length, and we only refer to them as long because english doesn’t believe in being literal anymore. Literally.
Anyway, I was sitting here on a Thursday afternoon thinking pretty rhetorically. Pretty unoriginal stuff, to be honest. Stuff like “what would you do if money was no object?” and “if you died right now, would you be cool with what your general existence has been?” — typical things you think about after eating too much kebab.
Anyway, the day’s almost over and you yet again survived. So I’m here to tell you that your small victory of conquering the day is, if you look at it in a conveniently biased way, a big win. Because when you slowly get by, day after day, you actually end up moving a considerable distance. Cheers to that. Happy Thurs, here’s a playlist: