Hope?

Things are new again. Things are fun again. Maybe it's the summer or maybe it's the novelty of it, but spirits are up.


Will the feeling last? Who knows? Has it ever before? Not nearly long enough. But life seems to have a purpose again, or a destination, or a general feeling of possibility. Yes, my job sucks, yes, I'm poor, yes, I'm not appreciated enough. But I could be. And I might.


Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places?


The most unlikely of people open all the doors. I'm starting to think that it's less about sharing attributes, and more about gut feelings. If they can elate me, amuse me, make me forget about myself, then they are the right one. The rest is circumstances. But at the end of the day, feeling is what's more important. Living, not dying. Existing without fear and loathing.


The future looks great.