Watch the universe expand.

Hope is a gift of the young.  I thought “I’ll find someone to love, buy a house, have a family, make friends, live the dream”.  Some of those things happened.  Some of them didn’t.  

Then I watch.  People get older.  Frail. They drift outward into space.  Just like the explosion that started it all and pushed everything away until it dies.  The trip gets lonelier.  I want to cry.  What good will tears do?

Chin up.  Make it through another day.  Over and Over.  Watch the universe expand.  Until I can’t see anymore.