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Game of Donuts


Friends,
The Game of Thrones’ final season was destined to disappoint no matter what they did —expectations were too high. The only sure thing was that, as with all things, it had to come to an end. Rather than dwelling on the show and risk spoilers, I’ll dwell on the ‘coming to an end’ part. Entropy will eventually get everything —literally. The Earth will burn in five billion years as the sun’s outer layers reach Mars’ orbit. The sun will go from yellow dwarf to red giant to white dwarf to planetary nebula to... nothing. Even light will disappear after the last star burns-out some 100 trillion years from now (give or take). Sometime after that black holes will evaporate and all matter will dissolve. Of course we’ll be long gone by then. Earth will become uninhabitable in a mere billion years —a rather ironic phrase coming from a creature with a lifespan of under a century. I know this all sounds rather glum, but it’s not my intent to bring you down. Rather the opposite. For, if you consider our finite nature, that should be motivation enough to set events in motion and do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Take that trip while you can still enjoy it. Take pride in your work (or make a change if you can’t). Have that donut you’ve always wanted to try. Leave regrets to others. In the end, whether eternal life awaits us or, in Tyrian’s words, oblivion is the best I can hope for, grab this Memorial Day weekend by the horns and do something awesome.
Happy Friday!

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