Is it weird that I spend a lot of time out of my day to think about all the things that’ll happen in the next 25 years or so??? The friends I’ll have made, friends I’ll lose, the possibility of dealing with my parents death, maybe even my death. Looking back at all the things I’ve done, the things I’ll regret. All the sad stories I’ll have to tell, all the experience I would’ve gained. Will I have a stable job??? Will I have a house???Will I be married and have kids??? Will my wife die before I do??? Will I ever have to face the day where I have to see one of my children die before I do??? How many more babies will have been born into my family??? Who will my family lose next??? Will I have figured out what it is I’m supposed to do in my life??? What kinda woman will I marry??? Will I ever have to stand there and watch as they put the coffin of one of my best-friend’s in the ground??? Will my best friends ever have to do that for me??? Will my fragile little heart be able to take the pain of giving a speech while I stand by my fathers coffin??? What about my brothers??? Was I good role model to them??? Were they proud of what their big brother has done with his life, or will they be disappointed and tune me out, as if me and the mistakes I had made didn’t exist??? How many times will I have cried within that time??? How many people will I have made smile??? Will I be able to have a day where I can honestly say I’m okay???