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You wake up from some dark sleep and you realize the day that's before you and all of it's just sunshine even with your eyes closed. And the icky acts and the sad facts of somebody aren't what's important, what's important is that I'm alive. If I so choose, I'm living in a constant state of rebirth. everything that's already happened is dead if I want it to be. Oh, glorifying the reality of having a current reality should be done more often. it's new every time, and god, it thrills me. I become ecstatic, sometimes ridiculously so, but happiness is a great stabilizer with a holy sort of freshness to it. oh, but I must say that all events have their shift on life in a matter of hours, it's strange. Now being all alone seems rather boring when I compare it to other lives colliding.