Life: Why do we lose sight of how fantastic it is to breathe?
Narcissistic self-loathing and materialism? Yeah. I'm sick of hearing about it. There is something
more grand in the scheme of things. I kind of lost sight of it too--but being so close to death, i guess,
made me snap back into my senses. Or maybe it was Liddel's 'Momenti-Mori' phrase he uses every
class. Ha. I see so many with so little to hang on to appreciating life so much more than those who have
so much. Why is that? Why do we fail to recognize life when we are sitting comfortably? I have functional
lungs that inhale and exhale--that is enough for me to ever be truly happy in the scheme of things.
I'm happy. I'm happy, even though some things hang in delicate balance around me.
