Life is a bonfire where everyone else has brought marshmallows, and you—a stick.

Life is like a comet that briefly crosses the night sky without almost being noticed

So I think that life is sort of like a drumbeat. It has a rhythm and sometimes it’s fast and sometimes it’s slower, and maybe what’s happening is this drumbeat is just accelerating and it’s gotten to the point where I can’t hear between the beats anymore and it’s just a hum.