Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.

Life is more fragile and precious than I can comprehend, but believe me, I'm trying.

...I don't ever want to feel that way. Feel as if there are no surprises left. The surprises make life worth living. Expecting nothing, accepting it all. Accepting isn't the right word. ACKNOWLEDGING it all. I suppose I'll just try to figure it out as I go or at least try to understand it. Or f***, just think about it. I'll face whatever comes my way...

Sometimes not much is just enough.