You get to choose, every day. It’s depressing when it feels like the world is choosing something for you, like you have no control over your life. But you do. You decide what has been, what is, what will be. Human life is startlingly short if we’re worried about whether we can retire on a million dollars, which is a stupid question. Right now is all we really have. How many times do we have to hear this before it sinks in and we make art? We get to tell ourselves what every “now” means. Why aren’t we telling ourselves more often that we’re amazing?