I'm happy because Michael Jackson existed on this planet.
It's not too often that I have the time to really sit, exist and really think for a moment. Right now, in this moment of silence and contemplation (4 AM lol), I am sitting here and looking at all the Michael posters which surround my room. I can't help but to think about how beautiful he was, inside and out, and how lucky I am to exist right now and know him. It's weird, but I think about things like that and they make me so happy I could cry because, really, that's what life is all about. It's not about who has the best job, or the nicest car. These things are of little importance in the end. What matters in this world is the pursuit of those beautiful moments which are not rusted by time, and this is one of those moments, and for some reason that knowledge makes me so happy.
That's my random thought for the day.