Times like these. My brother had a friend named Tyler who was killed last night in a hit-and-run. He was found in a ditch. He was 21 years old. I did not know this man personally, but that doesn't mean I am unmoved.
Our lives are like flames of candles. With the smallest breeze, they can be snuffed out. Our time on Earth is so precious, and the idea of wasting it is so blasphemous. So today, as you argue with your lover, mother, sister, or brother about petty things that won't matter tomorrow, just remember: you never know how much time you're going to get.