Without a compelling created reason, life is just existence and boredom.
Life is/ could be a constant source of wonder.
Mess up. The recommit. Repeat. Enjoy life.
I enjoy life as much as I want to. Any more and I can’t handle it. I limit life.
Complaining keeps a negative part of my life alive.
Whatever makes the most difference is not always obvious.
Mostly we don’t want to follow instructions.
It’s easy to miss the great things in my life.
There’s more going on in the universe than my life. And yet, I am part of the universe.
I enjoy being alive.