I don’t think of my days.
I do them, I count them,
I look forward and behind them.
But I never see my days as days.
There were 8 hours of this day before I woke up
And things happened to people all over the world.
I share this time with everyone:
everyone is living this moment now, together,
no matter what they’re doing.
If I have a wife in the future,
she most likely exists now,
living this same moment I’m living
probably doing something amazing
(or, statistically speaking, sleeping).
And faith is the way I live
when I believe that somewhere
someone is thinking this same thing
having an everyone-aware moment,
maybe in a meeting, or at a show
or in a quiet moment with her God
realizing that, despite this moment,
18,000 days from now will be a day
where people get up and go to work
at the same moment as some fall asleep
8 billion people all feeling different
at exactly the same time.
And that shows us small,
but it shows us real,
and we can live
like that matters.