Walking to the train this morning I was simultaneously thrilled with how overcast it was while somehow berating myself for not being "present" enough to enjoy it; on one hand I got depressed wondering "what if this is the last perfectly overcast day I'll ever get to see and I'm not enjoying it enough?" but then cheered myself up by thinking "well, imagine if I had thought the exact same thing on any previous date, say February 26 1986, wouldn't I have been thrilled to know that one day in 2024 I'd be thinking the same thing? So maybe this can happen for me again in 2062?"
I don't know if I'm even making sense to myself anymore. Hmm.
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