The sun will rise tomorrow morning, even if there is too much overcast to see it.
My family will always love me, even when they hate me.
Time will not stop; I will grow older.
I will never be perfect, nor will anyone else. Perfection is an ideal that does not exist.
Everyone will die someday.
Modest Mouse will always soothe my soul.
It’s a certainty that I, nor anyone else, will ever have all the answers to life’s biggest questions.
The universe is so infinitely large, that we as humans will never even conceptualize its vastness. We are a mere blip of the radar.
Plans will never go according to plan.