Poised at the edge of change, I know that right now I’m living a good life, a memory that will one day be recalled with smug smiles and complacent chuckles.
You probably know what I mean. And yes, you do know that this too shall pass but that’s a thought you will deal with later.
When you have beer and other kinds of alcohol every weekend amid a great deal of laughter; many plates of food, and minds, to pick from everyday; and when every trivial incident of your life is celebrated by people who love you enough to let you go on, life seems indescribably good.
It’s like a nice session in the sack with someone you can laugh with and love followed by deep and happy sleep. You wake up, stretch, and smile – foolishly blissful. “Another day? Ah well, life’s swell.”