Years ago, I was going to either work or school & saw graffiti on a bench on the subway platform in bad handwriting that said "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is" & it nauseated me. I thought, how ungrateful I am for my life. My stupid psychological torture life that I hate(d). It sent a chill up my spine. I thought of it today bc I was thinking of all my little trials & tribulations. Also that there are beautiful gardens on my street & that I know people who are very loving & understand me. I was just thinking, God, if this isn't nice, then I really don't know what is! Full circle. Back to doing work & school again, 7 yrs later. Much has changed but the essence of the heart remains & remains & remains