January 30, 2026

In five years from now, on this exact day, although the 30th will fall on a Friday in 2026, you are going to have a confrontation with a complete stranger. Depending on what transpires in those five years will determine if this incident is a minor fender bender or a full-blown altercation. Five years of good and bad and random things occurring will shape the two of you and thus will shape the interaction, be it an outstanding example of conflict resolution or a violent throwdown.

Crazy to think about.

That other person is out there right now. Living their life. And everything they do will just be to bring them into contact with you. Every decision moving them closer to you and every decision you’re making moving them closer to them. Every day bringing you closer to who you’re going to be.

Who will you be in five years? Who will you be in that exact moment?

Will you bump into them at a Starbucks and spill their coffee or will you hear something negative they said about you? Or will they hear something you said and throw their coffee on you?

But just know this… it’s going to happen. January 30, 2026.

What will the world look like in 2026 and how will that affect who you are in it?

Crazy to think about… but I implore you to try.

Don’t think you can hide from this encounter either. Even if you stay at home under the covers that day something will make it happen. Perhaps there will be a fire in your house and a clumsy fireman will destroy a painting or piece of furniture you like.

Even if you die between now and then, January 30, 2026 is still coming. If you believe in reincarnation, let me assure that on that day this other person will be walking along and step right on your new slug form. The point being; try and stay alive so you don’t end up getting squished.

Is it fair you know about this coming event and the other person doesn’t?

Life isn’t fair.

And who’s to say that they don’t. Maybe this dumb story is the connection.

Maybe, just maybe, the entire point of my writing this, maybe even my entire existence, was to let you both know what’s coming so you can work on yourself the next five years, so I can now feel free to die and assume my almost-certainly-slug form.

Crazy to think about… maybe even pointless.