The air that never tasted so sweet, revoked some part of the past, evokes some unknown part of the future. I catch a glimpse of what may be -- Sunday mornings in a quiet neighbourhood having breakfast or a quiet amble around the house breathing in the same air as I did decades ago yet everything then has changed.
Such days makes me excited. You may never know what might come next in life. No scratch that, you never know. Such days makes me think and cherish what I have spread in front of me -- A feast. I breathe in harder, as if that may make time stop, as if trying to capture the moment in all its beauty.
Days like this... Makes me feel like the feeling of being alive is just kickass good you know? Makes me want to hug the air, scream for joy, run around..
Yearly calendars go up and get torn down, days get struck out by huge Xs , birthday candles get blown and cakes get eaten.. Life is just a journey toward death. And suddenly I thought:
My gosh I better make my living worthwhile.
