10 years ago I was a trapped, confused young adult who had to be home before 8 pm or hell would break over.
I was afraid of armaggedon, not ever measuring up for the high standars required by the insecure, egocentric god I was oblied to believe in.
I was frustrated and terribly lonely.
I was reasonably cultured, but did not know how to formulate thoughts of my own, becasue I did not know how to think.
10 years ago "I knew" I woud never have to die.
Now I am free. I have what I always dared to desire: a domestic partnership with a wonderful husband. I learned to think. I learned to enjoy life. I am still trying to get rid of the guilt. Now I have hope, after I came to terms with my own mortality. BTW, coming to terms with the fact that I am going to die, took like 2 years of kicking and screaming and endless crying. It was a real mournful process. thankfully it is over now.
being aware of reality and living according to it is good most of the time. it is good to have gotten the skills to deal with daily life and the frustrations that life naturally brings.
Now, most of the time, it is good to be alive.