It really doesn't take much to make one feel alive. At least that's what I discovered. I remember feeling most blessed when I look out on a lazy afternoon and see birds chirping among the trees, or when I make smiles and laugh my heart out with my buddies talking over silly nothings and rounds of teh-o.
Or when I feel a cold drift of air on a peaceful night, amidst the silence of the heartlands. The rustling of the leaves, and an unexpected cold breeze brushing against the face is such a simple thing, but in itself, so beautiful.
Looking back at what I've come to at 25 years of life, makes me feel very, very blessed for all the good things that has been bestowed upon me. On nights like these its hard to not feel grateful for simply, being alive.