To Be Born Again

We may probably ignore much of what surrounds us. We may never pay a single minute of attention to all those things that are still there but someday we will stop seeing.

Today, June 25th, 2007, I was born again. It's a day that I will remember forever. This made me reflect on the existence of things throughout this week. I went out desperate to see everything, to look at the trees, to feel the wind, to take a nap in a square, to watch people. I felt that the next day I would cease to exist, and in some way, I had to carry that feeling of gratitude with me. It's not the first time I've looked at the sky, the trees, the grass. I feel the wind caressing my face, and a great joy comes over me, that not even the mere existential idea can stop this pleasure of being able to enjoy these... small things.

I feel good and just to clarify: I'm alive and kicking.