Chapter 2

If you know me then you'll know that I have a BIG Birthday coming up this weekend, and if you don't, I'll still take your well wishes, I can use all that I can get! As the day approaches I suppose it's only natural to think about your life and what you've accomplished, or failed at, what you have seen, and have yet to see, friends you've made, and those you've yet to. I've noticed that the days pass by fast sometimes but suddenly at the age that I'm about to turn (I'll let you guess what that is) the moments seem slower, life seems more valuable to me, and I'm finally feeling like I'm living, and I'm happier than I've ever been. So, I say bring on Chapter 2, I'm ready, I'm able, and I'm willing to really cherish the new memories that I'm about to make as I carry with me the best of the older ones.

I'll leave you with my favorite poem about life from John Keats. I'll be back next week. Have a wonderful weekend!

Happy life, love and days. :)

The Human Seasons
by John Keats

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto Heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:—

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.