Life's Beautiful.

Just finished a beautifully written book about friends, family, love, loss and grief.

So many takeaways.

"... it didn't matter if we lived to be eighty years old, because there's only a billion different nows, and one really good now is rough."

and....

"It might sound like an unhappy ending, but only if you forget that many times during this story we've shown you that someone laughed. How many really good nows is that?"

Reminded me of the conversation I had with my parents about getting another pet when we were at the hospital for sugar. How they both saw the pain of loss as unbearable, and they do not want to go through it again with another. But, we cannot forget or discount the years of joy and love she has given us thus far. Yes, of course, it hurts nonetheless.

Maybe that is the beauty of life.

The joy, the pain, the start, the end and everything in between, of course, with our foresight, we should learn, should have known, the treasure the moment, the 'now', but how often do we?

It's human nature to take things for granted and later regret it, but we must never forget there can only be 'bad' because there were "good" to begin with.

We just need to remind ourselves never to forget the good times, the grand things.

Pain, like joy, will pass - Always.

The book "My Friends' was slow, but beautiful. How he wrote abort death, abuse, and love.

I am just glad I did not ugly-cry reading this.

It was a long and hectic day, but I am glad to be alive. To be given the honour of seeing, hearing, and feeling everything. Beautiful or not. Most importantly, to have the chance to love and be loved.