Today's a beautiful day.
Not cause it's sunny with a crisp breeze.
Not cause the farmer's market opened outdoors for the first time this year.
Not cause the convoy of long distance runners, each participating for their own reason: charity, self improvement, social, and so on.
Today's a beautiful day because I am happy.
I was walking home with a linen shirt hung over my shoulder when I thought of the days I was depressed. I didn't know I was such back then. I can only know now, from a higher perspective, how low I'd been.
It didn't matter what happened back then. It was never a beautiful day. There was always something wrong, and people were stupid for enjoying anything. I knew better than them.
Back then, everyday was a shitty day. Yet, I blamed the days. The days were shitty, it was not me. I wasn't the problem. It had to be everything else.
These days, everything is beautiful. Hardly anything has changed externally, but internally nothing is the same.
While walking home with that linen shirt over my shoulder, I thought about success. My head flipped through the different ideas of success that I've had. While walking home with that linen shirt over my shoulder, I felt, this was success.