Tuesday Morning Wake-Up Call

You know what, explain this to me. We live with miracles at our fingertips. We fly to the stars. We split atoms. We’ve got robots taking out the trash. Why, are we all still waiting, to live our dreams? Well, there’s a technical term for that in my business, that’s called a shit deal. Our best days are piling up in the rear view, and that hope, it keeps us going, it’s wearing down to the bone. Some of us are losing people we love. And just like that, any day now, that turns into too late. Gone forever. Because every day we’re not living for now, right now, we’re waiting around dying, one empty promise at a time. I’m not waiting around anymore God damn it. Neither should you. The time is NOW. And regret is a killer worse than death.

— Jack Billings (Billy Crudup), Hello Tomorrow! (S1:E1 – Your Brighter Tomorrow, Today. AppleTV+ Original)


  1. yep!

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  2. If not now, when?

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  3. Preach!!!

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  4. “He not busy being born is busy dying.” Bob Dylan

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  5. Bulletholes says:

    Goes well with what Beth posted at Alive On All Channels…
    ““At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing – not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
    Each baby, then, is a unique collision – a cocktail, a remix – of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding.
    We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes – we have never been before and we will never be again.
    Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.”
    – Caitlin Moran

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  6. funny seeing this, now. back from a funeral. a nearly 93yr old friend with the best attitude ever. his glass always half full, photos of him everywhere, he always with a glass…. not a drunk, no, one who knew how to live, with little money, a great heart, visions, and an undying love for nature and its creatures.
    we all who attended were then invited to an italian restaurant and had a jolly good time with many ‘cheers’ to our friend, who surely lifted his glass to us still down on earth. no day like today!


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