Spring Rain

Perhaps I've always had a lucky streak, and I was thinking today, I've never really seen anyone around me die through health problems. Not people really close to me anyway.

I always thought it was just because I tend to become an optimist when things get bad. Even those things that screw over your entire life, I can always find something good about a situation. Your boyfriend broke up with you? Well then perhaps he was no good for you anyway. I've always been like that. I guess it's because it's how I survive in this supposedly "cruel" world.

If I tell you of walking to the station today, I could say it was raining (which it was) but I'm more likely to tell you that I could smell spring in the rain, that smell of growth, and that the rain was burdened with the kiss of life. Think of all the plants and animals that will benefit from this rain. And it wasn't cold, for the second time this year it felt warm, and deliciously refreshing on my feet.

And then if I tell you more, I've only been unhappy, as in really unhappy for a period of about a year in my life. One year of Twenty-one years isn't bad. I enjoy every second of my life at the moment. I may not look like it, but I really do love it. And this got me thinking, if this streak of luck continues then even the prophesy of being Saturday's child won't be a bad one. I always thought that if that had to come true then it would be horrible to work all the time. But I've recently realised that if I manage to become something that I enjoy being, all of the work in the world will not stop me.

Perhaps I am just an optimist.