I keep imagining students who were so tempted to skip class yesterday but ultimately decided to be responsible. I keep imagining friends and family who exchanged harsh words not knowing that it’ll be their last. I keep imagining people starting their day, not thinking anything of it. Just another day in the life. Just another work day. Just another class day. Only it’s not just any old day and they’re actually not going home.
That’s what gets me most. We go on with our lives, making plans and dreaming dreams or putting off indulgences or taking relationships for granted, yet we never know when it’ll be our last day.
It’s so damn sad.
