I love waking up to notifications.

I love feeling like somewhere, someone is thinking about me, and what I'm doing. I love that each notification signifies a progression of time - and maybe a slightly different perspective on things.

It's rooted in narcissism, as most things are. People love feeling valid; important. Because of that, I can't imagine the day where no one reads my stories anymore. I would hate knowing that no one remembered who I was, or what I'd done. The day I wake up and have no notifications will be a very sad day indeed.

In a way, notifications remind me of the inevitability of death. Someday, no one will remember me, and this link will break, and my stories will be gone. The idea makes me sick.

But the reason these things happen - the reason people move on - is so new things can bloom in the soil I will eventually become. Change is inevitable. I don't try avoiding it, anymore, but I still feel thankful for every buzz and beep and vibration my phone makes.

Thank you for staying with me for two years. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for reading. Thank you.