This article isn’t about being sad forever. It’s about the strange magic of everyday existence. Every time you cross a street safely, you’ve beaten the house odds. Every time you ride a bus and don’t crash, you’ve won a tiny battle against entropy. The 34-year-old is a reminder to marvel at how fragile and random this whole “being alive” thing is.
So next time you’re in south-east London, maybe pause at a crosswalk. Look left, look right. Give a nod to the universe. And maybe, just maybe, think about the guy who didn’t make it. Not to be grim, but to feel that little jolt of gratitude for your own heartbeat. Because honestly? You’re the lucky one today. And that’s kind of cool.
