October 22nd, 2006

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Life just keeps getting better and better. The more people I seem to meet, the more excited I seem to get about the fact that I can still wake up every morning and wonder how the hell I lucked out and ended up here. Every day I take steps on streets that are legendary and not only to me. Every day I witness personalities and experiences and sheer jubilation in living form from the moment I open my front door. What is this place and how does it possibly exist? How is it that people search their entire lives for something or someone to complete them when it's in the sidewalks they strut and the buildings they pass every day? Is there any place that is Heaven on Earth to the extent of that one place in the world that gives you such true happiness? I think that I have never traveled to such an astonishing and amazing place as San Francisco, and I think that I have never felt the contentment in life that I do now. I know that happiness is not a measure of place or time, and I know that the perfection of my every situation is my doing alone, but I still can't help but get excited when I wonder if this place is really just a being all its own, and it approves of my existence here within it. I can't help but smile when I hope that my place on the globe can be a small contributing factor in how good it feels to find that thing one calls 'their element'.