the truly great thing about growing up is that you just stop worrying about most everything. all the bullshit, the tap water, the disease, the heart palpitations, the will he/wont she, the am i or arent i, wondering if there’s any poss way to know whether or not the plane will go down, or your daughter will survive the whooping cough, or if your husband will ever understand the meaning of anything. it becomes moot. the pain takes over, you become familiar with the ground, the smell of food again, and the way the sun never fails to rise even if you are quite, quite sure you would like to die today.
it is so simple. and incomprehensibly beautiful. and not in your control anyway, so relax. if the plane goes down, it fucking goes down. did you think that was the END of the story???