Last night, I woke up at 4am and couldn't stop thinking. It was this avalanche and I felt myself buried under all these pieces of thoughts, fragments, really, things that don't bother me when I'm awake. That's when it gets dangerous, I'm sure you understand, when I have to pull myself out and remind myself to exist in reality. And take it a day at a time--how can I not be joyful when I learn how to do that? When I wake up ready to crack open a new day, like it's all mine, holding it in my hands? If I do end up tripping and scraping my knee, or if I have a few seconds during which I have to remember to breathe in and out (these things are inevitable), I can recognize its transience.