Today is a happy day. I’m filled with a sense of possibility. When one life ends, another life starts thinking about living. We won’t be here forever. Why is it that we know how to treat ourselves right and yet, insist on what’s wrong? I don’t know, I’m just waiting. Waiting here and doing a lot of reading in the process. Or at least, I hope I do start reading in the process. I think that’s where some of the answers lie. Half to reading the written word. Half to participating in life. Another half on listening. So I guess I’m not a ‘whole’ kind of person after all. Haha!