Sunrise over the lake again. One day I will not be here to witness this. One day I will not be anywhere to witness anything. I am, for the moment, still here.
This was my morning meditation, that despite everything that seemed impossible to overcome or pass through, I am still here.
Others are not, but I am still.
I will remember those who are not and be grateful to them for bringing me to this place.
It's not so bad at all, even without them, but I wish they were here.
That's not the way things work.