As I took a walk this evening, I had one simple thought in my mind. I watch the beautiful sunset in various hues - orange and red, a tangerine glow, a metallic gold - it’s silky, smooth collusion of skyburst reds and yellows submerging millimeters a second beneath the Santa Cruz mountains at a distance. Not so far in my vicinity, a father enjoying the summer sunset with his three children - no technology, rather the bond is established with every meticulous frisbee throw gliding in the warm calm summer breeze. Teenagers throwing baseballs back and forth - a site of a not so distant past. Couples hand in hand walking serenely as the final moments of evening turn into the night sky.

This, the beauty of life and its simplicity, I remember to be humble and I am reminded that at the end of the day, as a good man on DAP once famously said: out of shit - a flower grows .


I love life. I love being alive.