I’d really like to have someone hold me right now.

Today was a relatively good day. The sun was out, I spent quality time with one of my best friends, and devoured some of the best popcorn in the world.

On my way home, I approached an intersection and had to quickly slow down. A car accident consisting of a pickup truck, a jeep, and one other vehicle had occurred probably not even ten minutes before I arrived. Further down the road, I could see a police car speeding to the scene. I carefully followed the truck in front of me as we maneuvered between two of the cars. I just needed to get home and avoid the flashing red and blue lights. I just wanted to get home.

What if I had left Maddy’s house ten minutes earlier than I did? Would I have somehow been a part of that accident too? Probably in some alternate universe, I did. Coincidences, man.

When I got home, I was in a bit of a daze, thinking about how I could’ve been seriously injured (or worse) today. It’s a possibility in every day you live, no? Whether a huge possibility or a small one, it’s still a chance. It got me thinking…

What was the last thing I said to everyone I love?
What was the last thing I did with them?
Who was the last person I said “I love you” to?
Did I leave an impact on anyone?

It’s one of those nights when I think about a plethora of subjects that have been on my mind in—not a new perspective—but one I don’t usually use on a constant basis. I deeply examine situations, whether real or hypothetical, and find myself centered but scattered at the same time. I don’t know how to explain it. I’m lonely, pondering, and approaching a mild level of emotional exhaustion.

I’m thankful for my life and ready for sleep. Good night.