life is beautiful.

I think my Pandora radio station can read my mind.  It must be run by witches.  Good ones. 

Life is weird.  One instant a baby is born screaming into this world.  That same instant someone is born screaming into the next world.  Some people work and work and work and get nothing.  Some people do nothing and get everything.  Existing can be so easy sometimes.  Other times its a struggle to lift your head.  We can be happy, sad, disgusted, warped, crazy, sick, joyous, pissed, tired, hungry, drunk, sober, annoyed, devastated, ugly, generous, in love, hateful, stupid, jealous, intimidated, inspired, uplifted, infatuated, self-conscious, confident, full of it, excited...any of it.  Any moment.  A million at a time.  Why are some people sad?  Why do some people live until they are 99 and others go before they get a chance to do a damn thing?  The other day I saw a head line that said, "Afghan Civilian Deaths Double".  I worry about my next job.  Some people worry about stepping outside of their houses.


Music is good.  Babies are good.  Laughter is good.  Spring is good.  Flowers are good.  Love is good.  Art is good.  Color is good.  Hot showers are good.  Cold beer is good.  Making mistakes is good.  Learning from them is better.  Life is weird.

And beautiful.  Each of us is living a play.  It's the most important piece of art that we work on.

XO.