Every once in a while, I awake to a perfect day and think to myself, “Self, you really should take some time to smell the roses…listen to the birds sing…watch the butterflies dance in the sunlight”. Then my real self wakes up and growls, “Fuck you. Where’s my god-damn coffee?”.
Sometimes I find myself wanting to believe the best of someone despite all evidence to the contrary. It never takes me long to see the light once it’s been turned on though.
I’m a true believer in the power of love and the ability of “I’m sorry” to fix most all trespasses.
I don’t go out of my way to fuck with someone, just for the sheer joy of it. Don’t rattle my cage and I won’t rattle yours. Unfortunately, the world is apparently full of people who don’t live by those same rules.
The path to being a self-aware, emotionally healthy human being is only found by those who have travelled Take-Responsibility-for-Your-Actions Road and I’ll-Never-Do-That-Again Boulevard.
Watching someone I care about make bad choices seriously calls into question my very FIRM belief of “Live and Let Live”.
Cinnamon buns are a gift from the gods.
Joy can be found anywhere you CHOOSE to look for it…after coffee.
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