Social media was abuzz with the news that gravitational waves have been detected.

And then another holiday two days from now. Am I doomed? Am I just going to let another one slip away? Or am I just having another delusionary, solipsistic moment?

You saved my life, I think. I was seriously ready to give up hope completely—I knew that if I went on for another month without things turning around, I didn't want to keep going. But then, by sheer chance, you showed up in my life and taught me what I was going through was (relatively and loosely-speaking) normal, and that something would turn up eventually, and that I wasn't alone. I'm not sure I've used what you've taught me wisely, but I do know that I'm in your debt.

Why I must force life to be linear and predictable, I do not know, but it is surely the root cause of much of my unhappiness. It is unfortunate that it is easier to be miserable than to be content, but like I'm implying, life really isn't all that linear.