Quality of life is all about angles, perceptions, attitudes,
all of which can be changed at will.
Think about it;
you make so many unimportant decisions every day.
Why not make the most important decision of all?:
to love your life,
genuinely love it.
Only you can chase the skeletons from your closet,
lift your rug and sweep under it,
clean up the scrapes on your knees,
pick yourself up and move on.
Everyone has a past,
but (for the time being, at least) I'm letting go of mine.
I'm falling, free-falling, face first into the future.
I am so young.
There is still so much time left to give and receive love.
I will giftwrap that love in the most elegant goldleaf paper,
place elaborate, beautiful bows upon the top,
and give it away to all I encounter.
Otherwise, existence really has no meaning or purpose.
Check under your Christmas trees;
there might still be one small parcel hidden underneath from me.