I am standing in the middle of a large group of people, watching one of my favorite bands play on stage, feeling inspired and motivated, thankful and in love and certain that life is good. Life is good because of and in spite of everything that has happened to me. Life is good simply because I'm able to stand here with the people I love.
And I hate to think that this attitude can only be attributed to age or lack of experience. I hate to think that one day I might become bitter or hardened-that one day, I'll think it's silly to love life for the simple things like homemade salsa, red tulips in the rain, or that warm feeling I get when the dog presses his head up against my stomach. I tell myself I will always appreciate those things, I won't take them for granted.
I hate to think I might be an idealist.
