I'm stuck here, hooked to the music playing on my computer. I just read an e-mail M sent me. It really got me thinking. How much I really treasure the present, how much I let go by having the wrong attitude. In a sense, she's right. Thank you, girl. Sometimes, I just can't see through the fog.

Was looking at some really pretty and breath-taking scenery pictures just now. Ahhh. Really therapeutic. I wish my backyard at such beautiful beautiful scenery that opens out into the wilderness and mountains and rolling green meadows and snaking rivers. I would give anything for that kind of freedom. To run and keep running through the meadows, up the mountains, through the forest, by the river and never getting lost.

Am I a dreamer or a hopeless romantic stuck in a emotionless concrete jungle?