before the start of every race, there's always a countdown from 3,
why not 2,1, go
of just.....race!
why can't it be 4?
why is 3 times a charm? 3 strikes you're out
three lions, third eye blind, triple threat
some weird tone in the metaphysical that dictates the rhythm of fate.
it somewhat seems to apply to me
and that now, after another 3 years of building something, it is all over.
i usually know when things come to an end, but this time, it's more tragic, without much notice and all we do in life is just carry on,
i wish i could mourn forever, but hey it's normal, it's not like i've lost someone i knew well.
but it's still lost, losing something i've helped create, something i thought would out live me
how foolish i was to care about something material
maybe because i believe that it's much more than that,
RIP my good friend, i hope to see you again.
