Visiting Hours

A completely different way of knowing that my life, as lost and broke and directionless as it is, is pretty much fantastic.

When i first got here i met a guy, a friend of a friend. He was what i would call 'datable' and 'flirt worthy' and beyond all that ... a really good guy. He had to spend most of June away doing a contract and i have been patiently awaiting his return in order to get to know him better.

I just got off the phone with the friend that introduced us and it seems that this gentleman is in the hospital. They found something on his lungs (he's been coughing non-stop for over a month) and they have admitted him to do some tests. So, this boy who i thought i would invite for a walk on the beach, i will now be seeing today in the hospital. Boom. Quick as that. I am ... a bit stunned. I am alot humbled.

And again, i learn.

Live your life. LIVE it. Stop worrying and complaining and fearing...if you are alive and walking around and healthy and strong enough to be able to list the things that suck about your day - you are blessed. I am suddenly very aware of how great it is to be sitting on this bed, laptop on my lap, exsisting.

Now, i must go. Visiting hours aren't always as long as we think they should be...