Happy every day I'm healthy. Happy to be alive really. In the grand scheme it's incredible luck that any of us are alive and reasonably healthy. All this beauty in the world we get to experience, just being alive and capable is a great thing. I rarely spend any time thinking about the past. I lived it, its gone. Except for the mental and physical scars, your past only lives in your memory and you can make of it whatever you want. I know where I've been and what I've done but it's spent life, inert. I like new shit, new passions, new projects, new adventures. Mastering skills. Always in the present, thinking about what I have to do today and looking forward to whats next. Always trying to build something new. I'm juggling two diseases and I have to stay on my business with both of them. I'm just trying to stay healthy every day, and appreciate everything. The changing seasons, being in nature. All the little shit. The people I love and my pets and all the shit I love doing. What a gift, in the end I've been blessed regardless of how this ends up. My life was very close to being a complete tragedy but I pulled through and lived this shit full tilt. Brushing up against my mortality at a young age made me take life very seriously, especially the concept of how easily it can be snatched away from you. Now if I get 60 healthy years I'll feel like the luckiest man on earth.