[LEMONS] 10.25.2001
I always feel introspective on my birthdays, I suppose this is a natural reaction. But today I feel really melancholy too. I can't really put my finger on why that is, maybe it's because I'm entering my last year in my twenties. It's amazing, life is pretty damn good, better than I'd ever expected it to be. I'm married to a beautiful woman who adores me and that I love with all my heart. I've got a good job during an incredibly unstable time, I'm living in the greatest city in the USA, if not the whole world, I've got a great family, botht he one I was born with and the one I married into, I'm healthy and ; life is great. Yet I still want more out of it, and I think it's constructive for me to sit back and take a hard look at everything I've got. I need to compare it to what other people have, and realize how lucky I am.
Sure I still want to travel the world, publish a book, and all that jazz, but damn, I'm fortunate. I'm fortunate I was born and got to have The Experience, here in the richest, most powerful country the world has ever known (not that I don't think it would rock to be, say, a Garifuna, but you've got to admit being an American has its perks).
I rode the bus this morning, and it was very nearly empty (there were 3 in a row and I got on the third) with only five people aboard. I t was really peaceful, and gave me a chance to write in my journal. If the bus was always like that, I wouldn't mind riding it. But since it was so empty, I could hear my bus driver's conversation with a passenger really well. They were talking aobut cyclists in the road. "They scare me," she said, "because they ride in my blind spot and I can't ever see them." I need to heed that. At 29, I'm old enough to *really* apreciate my life. I'm not so cavalier anymore; I know what I've got.
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