drbensina

I thought I saw Sean yesterday.

As I sat down at McDonald's, I looked over, and there he was, sitting at another table. I wanted to walk over and punch him, until I realized it wasn't actually him.

The dead don't rise, Sean, I told myself. But it seemed so true... so real. I wanted to believe it was him.

It just reminded me of what I started to realize when he died. I haven't got forever.

I need to get my act together, and I don't have time to wait. For all I know, I could go tomorrow, and without having done any of the things I want to.

rm -fr /*

Wipe the drive, start anew.

The phoenix. Rebirth. This is my redemption.

New job, new life. A fresh start. I can't allow myself to screw it up.