Liking Things

December 5, 2008

I live a relatively happy life. I always get what I need and I usually get what I want. I am with someone who is difficult to be with sometimes but we work it out with minimal fuss. My parents are supportive of what I do (whatever it is at the moment), and have been since I was born, although they are unreasonably strict when it comes to me going out to parties and events—I’m freakin’ twenty, for crying out loud. I get good grades in the university even though I’m lazy, and if I work hard enough this semester I might graduate cum laude (tough luck, don’t bet on it). Obviously, it’s not a perfect life. But I like it a lot.

 

I don’t think there’s a lot of people who can say the same, that they like their respective lives. I’d like to think that my life is good because of all the good choices I made in the past, but honestly? I think it’s sheer luck. I’m lucky to be born to loving and supportive parents, not to be in any major accidents or have a really terrible disease, not to be murdered, and so on. As Vampire Bill told Sookie Stackhouse, everyday we are alive is magic. Cheesy, but considering the innumerable bad things that can happen to any one of us at any moment, it’s magical that we (you and me) aren’t dead yet. Well, some people DO die, but we’re not them. Yet.

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