Changes

This world (heck, the universe) is a changing place, which has always been true, and, i suspect, always will be.
Musical type that i am, as i typed that, i gave myself a tune wedgie of the David Bowie song.

Every day i see friends who are undergoing trials, tribulations, irritations, and decisions. Some are grief stricken, others uncertain of the future. i empathize so easily, mostly due to having been in the same or similar situations.
Can i help? Often, though i sincerely want to be able to, the answer is that the only help i can offer is a shoulder, an ear, a hug, and meager insight gleaned from my own experience.
Is it enough? Sometimes, yes.
Do i appreciate the chances i am given? Oh, yes. Every day is a gift. i've already outlived the life expectancy of the me who was drinking every day. Once upon a time, i was a night owl. Now i'm mostly a morning person, communing with the universe as my piece of the world rotates back into the sunlight.
Does that excite me? You bet.
i embrace the adventure as it comes my way each day, learning as much as i can where ever the new input occurs.
OK, that's my Pollyanna bit for the day.