It occurs to me, quite frequently these days, how good my life actually is. I frequently am complaining (and even whining) about my problems, my difficulty with doing some things that I would much rather like to do, yet that is literally the worst of my life. Only that.

Looking at the sunset between the high clouds and listening to the inexplored depths of new music in my customary bus seat, a rare moment of greatfulness came over me.

I realized that these are possibly the best moments of my life. I have only small things to worry about, I am on my own path to greatness and I am enjoying it as much as I can. Every new day is a day of possibilities untold, of forging my own path to the stars.

One does not normally notice the incredible value of these times until long after they are gone, golden memories of a past that is no longer true. That is why I also treasure this awareness. Being able to notice just how good everything is right now, and not when everything turns bad, also gives a new perspective onto life and its charm.

There will come times when this happiness is taken from me, so to make these into the golden memories I will one day have, I better make the most out of every day. After all, time waits for no one.