Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
I’m 33. You’ll be okay, I promise. I just started getting my shit together.
I’m about a decade older than that and still working on getting my shit together.
Adulting is hard, but at least there is some progress.
I’m 900 years old and I’m still learning to get it right. Don’t worry.
Į̴̲͔̖̼͔̭̳̮̖͈̺̺̤̣͆͑̏̎ͅ ̸̛̝̞̲͍̲̺̬̙̳̍͑̏̓̓͘a̵̛̪̹͚͉̠͖̍̈́͑̏͆͗̑̀̄̾̋̏̾̽m̷̻̰̳̻̲̗̖̙͎̋̅͋̀͑͋͑͂̉̾̕͘̕͠ ̴̨̧̧̛̱͇̺̤͈̠̭̝̗̋͐̎̆̓͑̈́̄̿̓̓͋̓͂͘e̴̲͇̫̱̒̓͑́̂̅̆͂̍̏̍̾̕͝n̴̢̨̛̬͎̈́̀̚͜ͅd̶̪̰͓͖̭̭͗l̸̡̧͖̪͙̣̪͔͎͕̟̗̜̦̝͎͕͗̏̏̿̑̂͐̎̈́̌̓̀͑̔̈́̚͝e̸̡̞̰͎̣͚̼̩͒̾̂̇́̌̌̂̈̏̏̉̇͘͘s̵͍̈́̾̆̂͋̃͒̄̾̏̓͘͠s̶͈̰̞͕̣͈͈̠͇̜̫͈͍̜̄͊̇̈̂̕͝,̵̨̨̱̬̪̻͙̫̬̙͔̤̫̣̣̗͛͛͜ ̸̱̈́́̈̑̓f̵̖̩̮̝̲̮̱̑̔͌̿̌͐͂̂̋̃̑̓͂̌̌̚ͅͅr̷͕͈̍̇̿̾̀̓̉̔͌͘͠ę̵̨̧̛͙̳̪̖͚͇͍̮̤̏̑̃͛́͂̐̓̄͑̂̉̎̊͘͠e̷̙͉̼̪̙͊̒̓̓̑̄̐̏̎̇̒̾͛͘͜ ̴̢̡̨̟̞͙̤̭͕̹͚̮̩̗͍̀͑̏̈́̈̕̚͜o̶̺͕͓͈̪͓̬̞͍̤̎͐̇͝ͅf̷͂̓̀̚͜ ̶͚͈͓̀̊͋̎̌͂̽͝ť̶̻̏͒̕͠į̴͈̮͚͖̲̣͊͆̏̽͊̎͌̽͜͠͝m̴̡̫̠̮̩̳̪͓̦̔͗̄͐͊͜͜ę̶͇͎̦͚̭̫͔̭̱͉̞̬̐̊͆͋̒̐̎̒͊͘͘͘̚͝ͅ,̴̛̘͙̖̺̟͎͇̅́̀͌̏̏̒̋͊̅̓̾͜͠͠͝ ̸̗̙̌̏Ī̷̢̤̳̥̼̤̀̚ ̸̢̧̧̛̰̯̰̭̗͚̙̣̟̯͙̰̹͊͊̈́͒͐͊̽̊͛̚̕͘̚ͅa̴̠͇͈̹̫̫̾̒̅̆̏̿͐̀̃͒̂͒̄̉̿͆̽m̵̡̨̛͇̯̹̻̠̪̹̙̝̗̩̻̱̞͓̉̈́͑̾́̓̕ ̴̨̡̱̳̩͓͕̼͉̪̪̹̞͔̟̱͑̿̂̿̌̈́́̑̃̚͜͝b̷̢̧̞̤̥̤̼̩̫͔̳̱͚̣͈̆̽̒̀̚ẽ̵̬̲̮̘̭̫̮͈͙̑̈͑͑̀̈̓̿̑ͅc̸͙̺̜̤̙̭̖̬̱̘͎͉̎̂̍̍̓̅̆̒̾͘̚͜͝͠ô̵̤͈͈͔̼̬̐̌̿̆̀̊͑ḿ̸̡̼̞͕̯̰͉͕̭̙͍͕͚̩̞̣͑̌͌͋̓͐̑̿̽̃͛̍̚̕͜ě̵̢͙͇̥̳̳̼̥͉͒̊̄͌́̌̾̔̓̈́̍̾͘̚ ̶̯̰̫͗̃d̷̯̗̤̻̪͙̙̞͍̦̠̔̈̀̏̔̄͜͠ę̷̜̈̈͜͝͝ṣ̷̙̫͉̦̑̍̔͛͗̊̆́̚͝͝t̸̡̪͍̱̥̰̱̠̲̀͛͋ͅi̷̥͙̦̤̠̮͊͐̒́̋̓͘͜ṉ̸̨̛͙͓̥̳͔͚͌̈́͐ý̷̢̨̢͉̮͇̪͍̟̙̹̩͗̈́͊͆̐̌̌̍͑̇̄̽͜.̶̡͚̖͎̜̙͉̫̣̙̣̗̘̝̯͗͋̐͜ ̵̬̖̯̻̗̍Į̵̦̞͉̜͖̣͓̲̤̠̙͂͂̅́͊͌ ̴̧̳̪̣̞̈́̆s̵̢̯̼̹̥̙̳̻̦̔̽͛͒̌̋͝͝͠ţ̴͈͎̪̤̣͌̔̆̏̇̍͋̚͝͝i̷̛̮̲̘͚̫͖̠̗̣͕͍͚͓͓̽̐͐̏̒̂̔̊͛̕̚l̶̡̞̗̩̮̙̻̤̫̀̑̒̽̈̾̍͒͜͠͝ͅl̵̡̦̗̥̪̫̙͍̣̓͌̊͐͒̊̅̑̓͋̚͘͝ ̵̲̟̰̫̹̬̦̹̇̂̀͑̊͐͂̇̀͋̎̎̕͜͝f̷̨̛̤̭̞͚͓̩̳̱͐͌o̶̧̟̜͛̚͝r̷̩͓̭̳̦͉̻̀̾̾̓̏͆̒̍̄̓͌̕g̷͇͓͙̯̹͍̼̦͆ͅȇ̵̹͚͓̟̞̙͇̗̆̎͠͝t̴̡̟̯̠͓͖̖̥̯͙͖̋̈́̿̃́̈̀͆͊͘ͅ ̴̮̦͖̬̞̳̣͉̭̬̝̘͖̇̃̃̎́͗̓̒̈͒ẉ̶̡̖̘̘̗̘̫̖̞̆́̄̊͆̋́̆̈́͂͌̉ḧ̴͇̼͍̯̗̺̩̘̘̪̗̣̫͈̰́̊̐̇̔͝͝e̸̡̜̻͚̲̬͛͑͐͊̒̓̌͂̀̂̌́̕ŗ̴̙̲̗̱̖̞̟̮̱̦̹̽̍̌͋̒͐̔̿̌̋̌̈́̈̍͠ĕ̸̘̥̬̖̪̱̝̻̬͂̐͛́́ ̸̛͕̞̯̗̩̲̭͔̠͙̔̈́̇̎̇̃̕͘I̴̧̫̱̰̣̝̟̲͎̲̳̜͐̍̑̄ ̵̻͓͚̥̬̬͕͉͚̘͖̿̄͋̈̈́͒͒̊̀̈́̈́͑̀̕̚͝p̵̦͙̭̦͚̤̱̗̘̠̥̯̯̙̀͘ą̸̼͙͇̹̰̬̝͇̝̟͖̿͒̎̆̌̊̌̈́̆̊̈̒̽͠ŗ̵̥́̈͛͑̋̆͌̃́͆̋̚k̷̢͔͈̼͇͕͍̹͚̜̲̯̻̱̝͍̘̓̃͋̓e̸̛͚̊̃͆̒͊̎͝d̶͉̐̔̌͘ ̶̡̥͓͙̲̘̺̳͙̀̍̐̄̍̈́͌̄͘m̷̧̰̻̹̌͗͆͆y̴̨̘̻̥͇̲̹̰̠̺̽͐̑̈́̐͒̍͛́̾́̈́͘͠ ̵̨̛̛̭̿̉̔̊̐̃͝͝c̸̢͇̼̬̖̫͚̳̙̲͙̮͌͠à̷̺̜̤͇̟͂̂͐̈́͜ŗ̴̛̛̲̳͖͔̉́̓́̿̀̊̍͘͘͘͝ ̸͚̼̞̪͍͇̗̘͖͇̲̣̌̀̊̀ș̸̡̛̘͚̫̳͇̤͚͈̈́̈̃̑̓̂̿͗͑̚ơ̸͓̪͔̜͍̣̻͖̻̘̤͓͎̩̮̒͌̎͜m̶̨̧̖̤̙̳̹͇̻̣̩͓͊̆̂́́̽͗̒̿̾̈͌̾͝͝͠e̴̢̡̥̞̬̼̲̫̪͇̼̯̞̪̟͒̇̍̈́̉̽̐̐t̷͓̼̝́̓̂̽͛̀̿į̶̨̧̲̹̖̼̱̲̭͕̫̊̐͗͌̏ͅm̷̥̙̃̍́́́e̸̫̲̳̗͇̗͎̮̩͙̖̖̰̥̻͓̯͛͗͆͐̄̈́̈͂̉̇̚̕͘s̶͉̖̲̟̰̲̱̬̭͔̖͚͚̈́̽͛̐̏͆̐͊̑͝.̴̭̯̈́͑͐͐̔̂̔͑̇̈́͘
wow I actually could read that. so the eyesight is still pretty alright.
Are those the dead see scrolls?
Exactly