You're older than me; are you happy?
They commented that I seem to be down sometimes and lately they haven't known what to make of it.
My answer to that was an unequivocal yes; my life for all of its stumbling about is a good one. I have loved, I am loved and that most of all by God Himself. I do frown and furrow an eyebrow now and then; the world in which I live is not sorrow-free and that was never promised to me or anyone else. At the same time, it is a beautiful world and I find that when I look around me, my heart is filled with an acute, puncturing sense of gratitude. That is to say: I am thankful to be alive and I believe that every day has amazing possibilities for things to do, learn, and become.
One day at a time. One hour at a time. One moment at a time. I am becoming closer to what God wants me to be -- sometimes kicking and screaming -- and I love every moment of it. I have a tattoo and a mohawk; in short, I'm evolving some and continuously shuffling off this sin-filled shell until That Day.
That said, I'm happy. The feeling, fleeting at best, but as a general state, it is default.
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