Some days I feel grateful simply that I have legs that work and lungs that breathe.
Other days I feel like a happy marriage, a beautiful home, a loving family, great friends, and a stable job aren’t enough for me.
Some days I look at other people and think they have it so much easier than I do.
Other days I want to pour my heart and soul out to those who aren’t as fortunate (be it fortunate in material items or those things that can’t be seen).
Every living, breathing thing will die one day. It’s hard to think about that. It’s hard to think your husband, your parents, your dog, your best friend — will all one day be gone.
I think the redwoods are the closest thing to a cure for these thoughts. I guess they’re old enough to teach me a thing or two…