there are some that would have you believe that you haven’t tasted life until your own blood has filled in the gaps between your teeth. and really there is some truth to that, that school of thought that you haven’t experienced life until you’ve experienced life being taken from you. the subtle emptiness that creeps up on you until you only vaguely recollect what it was like not being entrenched in it, consumed by it. the real fact is this world we’ve managed to cobble together for ourselves is nothing but a soul sucking never ending quest of oneupmanship and living is merely doing your best to take note of the small things. those boundless, epic moments of everyday beauty that we write off as trite, those tiny shaky steps towards the true definition of humanity. those inconsequential minor interactions with society at large that leave you changed though you don’t even notice. either that or sleep. sometimes sleep is nice.