The next morning, he wakes up.
He’s walking through a parking lot.
Someone walking by,
said to a friend, I love my life.
And he said he remembers hearing that and,
you know, kind of scoffing and in a mocking manner,
repeating it back. You know, yeah,
I love my life.
But as he did, he noticed something.
As he repeated those words,
he felt good
for the first time in a long time,
even if it was only for a few seconds.
But sometimes a few seconds is enough.
And this time, a few seconds was enough.