Every so often I have a "moment", by which I mean a minute or two where it feels like everything freezes and I marvel at how awesome Something(s) can be. Perfect example: the other day I had the privilege of drinking a La Trappe Isid'or, and without realizing it, after it was set in front of me, I took a sip and said "holy fuck" under my breath. The stranger next to me said "wow, you really must like that beer".
My point is, sometimes I gloss over so much of the great, even awesome things I have access to. And not just chemically related things; again, another day ago I was stuck in my head, earphones on, taking the train to work. The sky suddenly changed, and when I peered out the window...this perfect, achingly beautiful vantage point of the skyline appeared over the trees.
I may not be rich, and my left index finger is swollen from injuring it at work the other night and I'm not getting laid tonight. But it doesn't matter. Life is great. Perhaps that sounds trite, but sometimes I forget just how amazing it is to just...be. Alive that is. There is no boredom, no stress I can't handle, no one I can't in some way relate to. Wounds heal, money comes and go, but life itself, is precious. And I get to live mine in a city like none other. It's fucking sweet!
PS - I am about to join friends at a lesbian-ish karaoke bar, one in which my deceased Grandfather used to frequent (when it was a common 'hood tavern at the time).