I often look at life as beautiful even when its ugly, how else can you appreciate the beauty without its negative counterpart? I learned this lesson by accident.
A number of years ago I purchased a coffee mug, which I used for years until it finally broke. It had one of those endearing quotes, which I keep fresh in my head and not buried in the back with useless facts and numbers.
The quote goes like this,
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Off in the distance a police siren screams that ‘hurry up and get out of the way, I’m on a mission’ jingle. That tune never gets old. I wonder for whom does the bell tolls?