At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.

In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

Love is stronger than both fear and hope - if you can love the natural beauty around you, the amazing gifts and skills we have, the fact that you are alive to experience life, each moment that you have, and love yourself and those around you just as they are, then there is no need to be owned by fear, or even hope, you just live the best you can, being the truth of that love that you are being, representing the stream of consciousness experiencing itself, always knowing that you will someday return to it again, and flow as part of it infinitely on.

And you do know I__ the one who decides who I date___he glared at Sam___ot you. If I want to drag this guy into the janitor__ closet and have my way with him, that__ none of your business.___rag me into a closet?_ Hunter asked, his eyebrows up near his hairline. __ffer to buy me dinner first, then I__ all yours.

She ran her hand over the dash.__ou__e petting my car,_ Hunter said, turning the key. __ usually charge for that.

Be thankful for a breath of fresh air to be alive and well. Allow love and happiness to penetrate throughout your mind and soul. Take time to relax and live in the moment, the now, the present. Enjoy today.