And the decades disappear like sinking ships,
But we perservere, God gives us hope,
But we still fear what we don’t know.
– A Dustland Fairytale, The Killers
One of the nicest feelings in the world is to have a cat come up to you and rub itself against your leg. If you are lucky, it may even wind it’s body snugly around you.
Because cats always seem so aloof, I am ridiculously delighted when they show even an ounce of affection.
This is why playing hard to get works.
When I was younger, I had an irrational fear of dying before I can read all the books I want to read.
When I am older, I had an irrational fear of the lift door closing on me.
Both are as likely to happen and both will likely happen.
In that case, why are they irrational?