24 August 2004


I’m starting to see beauty in the simple things all around me—the sky, fallen leaves, and old building—rather than letting the ugly overwhelm me. And already my life is better for it. I’m enjoying the ride home instead of dreading it and drowning in rock music. I pull over to write a thought down or take an interesting picture. Because really, what am I rushing for? What’s better than now?

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