I spend a lot of time this time of year thinking about things that were or could have been. I spend time but not effort on thinking. Actually, quite the opposite. I spend all my time thinking, but all my efforts on not thinking. I wish I could turn it off. Just for a month or two per year. Just kinda hit pause for a bit.
My own personal remote control to the universe. I wonder what type of batteries it takes. Probably something ridiculously hard to find like a AA in the size format of a AAA.
If anyone could invent it, or at least successfully steal the idea from someone who has, it would be Elon Musk. If he was still alive, I would have said Steve Jobs. In his prime. But he’s not alive. He died of cancer. Even the top .1% of the 1% aren’t safe from that, huh? We all die at some point.
Fun fact of the day, Steve Jobs’s birthday is the same as mine.
See what I did there? I said his birthday was the same as mine, instead of my birthday is the same as his. That shows that I, whether subconsciously or not, put myself above him in the hierarchy of shared birthday dates. He matched me. I didn’t match him. He wiped right on me.