I have not finished reading TFios.
Spoilers ahoy
Augustus Waters is dying and Hazel Grace Langchester is dying and I am dying and you are dying and thats life.
So I paused in reading about Augustus dying because earlier today I made some raspberry buns.
I made the buns because my sister felt like something sweet and I felt like creating. I made buns because I am excellent at making buns and I wanted to muck about with icing and colouring and raspberry jam a little bit.
I wasn’t going to eat any of the buns because buns are unhealthy and I’m done with unhealth and I’m on a roll.
Admittedly, as much as death awaits us all, a raspberry bun won’t hasten it.
One day I’ll be dead and you’ll be dead and that’s a terrible, terrifying truth. But today, we are alive. We’ll all be dead in 100 years, but right now we are alive.
And I am healthy enough. My prospects are ok, my hopes for the future are achievable, if uncertain.
And I am going to swim more often because I enjoy swimming, and one day when I’m older I’ll own some chickens, because I like chickens.
People have died, people are dying, people will continue to die and one day one of those people will be me.
But right now, I am going to take a break from reading this beautiful, heart-rending book and I’m going to have a cup of tea and a bun, because there’s a little bit of raspberry jam in the bottom of each one and that will be delicious and I made icing out of soya spread instead of dairy butter and I want to see what it tastes like.
Right now I am not dead in a world that contains hope and raspberry buns.
And I’m going to damn well enjoy it.