look_at_the_entire_picture perfectly_chaotic Both the darkness and the light. I am wounded, but I am also healing and my scabs are gradually turning to scars. The scarred tissue left where pieces of the scabs haver fallen off only reminds me of what once hurt much more than it does today. Others are wounded, but maybe I can help bandage them up. We are all so very wonderfully unique. It is our alone-ness, our own unique vision, which is the common thread we can use to stitch each other back together. This morning I woke up feeling beautiful. I do not mean in the physical sense with my bed head and all. The dried liquid crusted in the corner of my eye. When I woke up everything looked so vivid and fresh. It was not all that exciting. But when I wopened my eyes and sat up it was the first time I looked at the hair hanging in my eyes today. The first time I would sit on the can will be the only first time doing so today. So many firsts. The first time I smelled the Arabica brewing in the Mr. Coffee French press for the day. The first and last time I would eat a bowl of oatmeal with my fortified original flavored rice drink. Even now, the first and last time I will write this sentence at this time of day. Granted, none of these firsts will ever be the most exciting thing in the world, but they are firsts none the less and I am glad to be able to experience them. Every last one of them is worth experiencing including the bittersweet firsts. 110103 what's it to you? who go blather from