||[Feb. 6th, 2005|11:11 pm]
|||||Fine: much more than less.||]|
|||||The hum of my computer.||]|
Gosh I love life!
Honestly, I love that restlessness bothers me. I love that God created language and people to use it. I love that I have 80 something chances to start over. I love shiny things. I love hicks. I love being aware that tomorrow could be my last day on earth and knowing that it won't be. I love realizing half-way through a thought of worthlessness that I should make a difference while I'm still in high school. I love trying to define what "make a difference" really means. I love boys. I love cats. I love soda. I love being able to be inspired one moment and utterly hopeless the next. I love the ups and downs. I love thinking about what those ups and downs really are and how I should change because of them. I love feeling my intestines *whoosh* up into my chest when I drop down a roller coaster for the first time. I love coloring books and the generic kind of blue ball-point pens. I love thinking up a story in my head and then trying to figure out how I would share it if I had anyone to share it with. I love thinking about stories and lessons to one day teach my children. I love Aladdin. I love water. I love those dreams and plans that God reminds me of just when I'm on the edge of that terrible chasm called disbelief. I love how 'fine' can accurately describe both the best and worst days of my life. I love it all.