everyday miracles

watching the olympic opening ceremonies for some reason is making me pensive.
it's one thing to be told that every day is a miracle, but another thing entirely to really know it.
each day i walk down the street to head to class, and each day i can look up at the sky and say that it is beautiful. it has nothing to do with the sort of weather, or how cold it is, but is simply about being able to exist.
every instant of your life is precious. there is never any time to waste, nor will there ever be, because every moment is another memory, further proof that you are really living. it's no surprise that the sun rises; but that you are there to see it and feel it - that is the miracle.
every day is full of moments. whether you ache with heartbreak or joy, cherish them, because they are the only way to really be alive.