So Last week I finished this book about sharks. Now, all I can think of is this:

No matter how bored or stuck I become, no matter how happy or successful or stable or whatever, no matter what degree of certainty or uncertainty I experience on a day to day basis, nothing can change the fact that in a small New Jersey hamlet in 1916, a young kid who was swimming in a small creek with his cousins was suddenly, unexpectedly eaten alive by a great white shark.