Just Getting Out

A bit later than intended, but another day begins. Showered and clean and smiling and content with myself in spit of the filth and clutter in my surroundings. This living space is so representative of humanity and I am almost fitting right in. The clutter part, at least. The body rebels with ailments to remind me that this is human suicide and I am cutting years off the life span. Still, I feel so much more wonder and joy and giddiness to be alive than anything else. Reborn each time I open my eyes, it still happens :)

May your day be as beautiful as mine :)

Narf :)