life,

thankfully, carries on whether i feel inspired or depressed. life doesn't much care what mood i'm in or what i'm doing or where i'm going.

life lives 'for itself' and if i have any sense, i live it for much the same reason.

i realized what really counts now is that i'm alive. my life is a precious gift. i've learned to appreciate it. i've noticed how trivial my fears are.

and at that point, i found, regardless of what's going on, that i've got every reason to be genuinely happy.