thoughts about living

i like living. its taken a while to get there, but today i had a good day i was happy about living through. every minute, despite there being drama, heartache and longing. isnt that every human life? i am somewhat relieved to find out the meaning is just this. just living. just enjoying yourself and feeling and loving and hurting. its all so human.

maybe its the 3:57 am talking or maybe the 10 volumes of sandman i just read or maybe the 8 years of therapy finally kicking in holistically. but today i was happy. i wanted to make sure i remember. even though it hurt. i was happy. i looked not quite how i wanted to, but i knew my body was my own. and i loved my body today. i love myself today. i loved everyone i met, even when i hated them. i loved them for being human.

lets hope this isnt the start of a manic episode, eh?

love,

aradia.