What is it about spring? Something about the warmth, the daylight that beams down until 10 pm now, the way nature just bursts out into the open... It just seems that life is more meaningful. I really feel it in my bones, I am not just saying it because sunshine makes me happy.
I sometimes wonder if I am just awfully naive about the way I want to look at the world. You know how people sometimes say that "life is not a movie", or that "the reality is x & y"... Bollocks, I say, the world is a wonderful five-star-movie, and we all have the starring role.