This is it, this is it, this is it.
Look around.
This is life.
This desk, this weather, this taxi driver.
This body, this family, this job.
Life doesn’t start tomorrow.
Life doesn’t start when the weather gets better, when I get a better job, when I make more money, when I publish a book.
Look around.
This is life.
Right here, right now.
It’s a mess, and it’s beautiful.
This is it, this is it, this is it.