I think I had some sort of epiphany today.

After working on my costume for a while, I suggested to my Mother that we sit down and watch some of the old home movies I was so fond of taking when I was 10 years old and thereabouts. So, after dinner, my Mom, my Stepdad, and myself gathered around the television to watch, as I controlled the VCR.

Immeadiately, there was laughter. Not just from the recording, but from us. All three of us.

I think part of the problem I have with life is that I stopped living. I do not want to face the end of life without having been alive. I want to drink deeply.

So, today, I decide to live again.