Some days I feel like my future is so bright I need to wear sunglasses, other days it feels like I will never amount to anything. It goes in waves. But for some reason the thought of "it's not gonna be as bad as you think" — something that stuck since way back when my mother wood shout my full name and then tell me to throw out the trash, after I had dreaded whatever she wood say on my way down the stairs — have stuck in my head. Perhaps it means something.
The world at large is probably gonna burn down in flames, but we are all gonna make it, bros.
The small things: a good cooked meal after a productive day; a fun night with friends; etc.