She stuck a note on the screen door

Into my room, close the door. Fingers poised (time to type), ready, set, go.

If I could just capture this one thought in words I would be so so happy.

This is why I am one the luckiest people alive:

I have the power to say what I feel, precice and real. This isn't something I developed for myself, it was given to me by the people who taught me to write and the people who taught me to feel. I'm not just talking about the ability to articulate my feelings, though, I'm talking about the ability to react emotionally, from way deep down in my gut, to everything that happens. To be shaken to my very heart and soul, or to be exhilerated to the point of tears- this is what it means to be alive. And then to be able to explain it, to grapple with thoughts and words and emotions until I've nailed it ping on the head, resonating deep within me... it's not just a copeing device, it's a privilage. Not everybody has been given these things the way I have. It's not just something you learn, it's something you have to be given, and it starts when you make a real friend or fall in love or go to camp or all three at once- and that is one reason why I am the luckiest girl alive.

We're all so blessed, don't you think? I think we've found the keys to a deeper kind of beauty that a lot of the world is missing. I don't know why I think that, but I do.