I always secretly looked forward to nothing going as planned. That way, I wasn’t limited by my imagination. That way, anything can, and always did, happen.
None of this life stuff makes any sense to me. Honestly, we do this living thing for a while. Starts small and start to grow and as your body gets older and every thing gets slower. And through this process everybody gets distracted by experiencing. Then everything in your body stops working and we call that death.