A psychic once told me that I had seen death three times. If only she knew how often death made an appearance in my bathroom mirror, how I greet him as casually as an estranged neighbor. If only she knew how I learned to turn him away. Dear person I will be when I am not this– I’m coming. Save a seat for me.
— A Cynic’s Letter To Her Future Self (Pt 2) by Ashe Vernon