You know it's easy to forget how good we have it. It's seems I've done just that. I've been sort of down lately, not for any one big thing, but for a lot of small things. Tonight I realized that these little things have been clouding my view of the fantastic things around me, screwing up my perspective. On a walk tonight in the crisp cold air while listening to music I had an epiphany, a moment of clarity as it were. I, for a moment, saw past all the little irritations and my own petty dissatisfaction's and was confronted by a simple fact. (careful this is going to sound conceited) My life rules... No really, it does. I have a great place to live, people that love me, food to eat, objects to enjoy, and I'm pretty darn healthy. If I really consider where I could have ended up, had I continued on a path I was on when I was younger, I am god damned lucky.



Is my life perfect? Oh hell no, but what is perfect? Life is not supposed to be perfect, it's supposed to be fun and scary and hard and joyful and sad and amazing and at times even just boring. But in my life at this time the fun and joy and amazing far outweigh the sad and scary and etc.. So I think I'm ahead of the curve and therefor I must remember to count myself as lucky.



Take care out there because as a wise man once said "Life goes by pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."



-Peter

Warning: repeated exposure may alter reality. Handle with care.