Finite

Do you ever have one of those moments where you just feel what it is to be finite? I had one this morning driving around a lake that I’ve passed at least once a week every single week of my life. It hit me that I spent years sitting in the back seat, tracing the outline of the lake on the car window as we maintained the gentle curve around it. And now I’m sitting here, still a kid with that same breeze on my face, following the same path. And it hit me that one day (hopefully) I’ll be 40, 60, 75 and the lake will still be right there and I’ll still have that same breeze on my face as a trace the lake and I’ll remember today and the way that I felt so small and so

finite.

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