Life just seems to get better and better for me right now. Maybe it was that damn bus ride. But seriously, it's amazing. Even people taking my stuff without asking has now become trivial compared to how beautiful life and the cirle of life really is.
As I sit here before seven am, I am watching the sky to see what kind of day it is to become. I don't think even the sky knows yet - there are beautiful orange clouds trying to compete with the rich, blue sky. You know that phrase, "red at night, sailor's delight, red in the morning, sailors take warning"? I think that's an east coast thing. But I guess we will soon find out.
I have definately come to appreciate life and the people in my life more. Every moment, regardless of what is going on, I am happy to be in it. Okay, maybe not EVERY waking moment. But most of it. The frailty of human life has become painstakingly everpresent to me. I could die tomorrow if this cold gets any worse. But if I don't live my life like it *was* my last day, then what's the point of living?
Peter Pan (which I have seen twice now and love it), summed it up best:
To live will be an awefully big adventure.
Damn straight, boy.