When things are well

i will never understand the people who live each day as if tomorrow is not plotting against them.
i will never understand the ones who use their money as if they could never find themselves unemployed.
i will never understand the majority, never clenching for the worst at every step they take.

am i wrong? or are they?

empirical evidence keeps repeating itself to me.

a moment of comfort is a moment of vulnerability.

that is always when life repeats the same lessons.

… i fell for it again this time.

i need to buy new headphones, the punch broke it.
thankfully, i could protect everything else, only my lips and arms got damaged.
that costs no money, so it’s an acceptable loss.