|Happy happy to be a live day!
||[Feb. 23rd, 2010|06:23 pm]
Five years ago I woke up on this day after being hit by a car (and walking away from it) and I thought "damn... I'm alive and that's great." I thought of all the little things that had been making me stressed and laughed about them, I thought of the kids I worked with, the plans I had, the classes I was taking, the things I hadn't done yet, I thought of the bright little lights that dotted the sky as I rolled across the pavement the night before and how they burned so far away, I thought of everything and I cried. |
I cried for the little things, the big things, the unknown things. I cried because the sunrise had never been that beautiful. I had never felt more alive. And I had the black and blue marks to prove it. You know when someone says they feel like they've been hit like a truck? That's what it feels like the morning after. And as much as it hurts, as annoying as it is, it's the most brilliant feeling in the world.
I realized all of the cliche things about life that morning as I lay in my tiny, uncomfortable dorm bed, staring out at the sun rise. Life is short, but not too short so take your time enjoying it. You can't enjoy the wonderful things without the shitty things happening occasionally. Celebrate the little things, celebrate the big things, laugh away the annoying things and bad things.
I know it doesn't seem like it sometimes, but life is great and you can always make it better. So join me today friends, in saying "fuck yeah life! I'm glad to be here!"