I'm feeling an acute sense of the preciousness and fragility of life lately. I've always been the optimist, always thinking "I'm gonna live happy and strong until I'm really old!" with a youthful vim and sense of certainty.
I'm still very much the same person, with the same feelings, it's just my thought now has more the nuance of "I WILL live happy and strong until I'm really old, no matter what kind of shit you motherfuckers try to pull, so don't even try"
it's spring baby, meadow season