There are moments where everything kind of collides together in a perfect way. And perfection is more than beautiful. At these moments everything is ok. I mean, really O.K. Whether its the good times or the bad times, it truely feels ok, as i consider each. I dont forget the bads, they run through my head, like a film and they are beautiful in their ugliness. Everything is perfect. Its a cool, moonless night. I am sitting on heals of grass and wild flower, lit by lightbugs, a street light above my head, shining down on me. The cool breeze tingles my skin, my body in a friendly way. Its perfectly a little chilly. As I lean back to the post gravity rings in my ears in harmonic peace. Everything is ok. Everything is beautiful. Everything is perfect. Life can be beautiful.


Author note:

Life is both beautiful and ugly. Which side do you live in?