Today Is A Good Day To Die

Billie, wondering at her pawprints and the snow falling on her soft fur. Billie loves snow.

01h00 here in Leuven, Belgium. It is my last day in my home. My last day of the eight years I've spent in this little country with its eccentricities. I've had a beautiful day; been "kidnapped" for two hours which stretched into four; my best friend is sleeping in my bed after hearing my "adventures" and tolerating my nostalgia; Billie is on my lap, enjoying the last few moments of warmth I can give her before the next time she is once more in my arms. Billie, my companion of seven years, who I will have to leave for three months due to circumstances.

All considered, I've had a wonderful weekend, and today a beautiful day. TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE. I would be happy to go underground for good today. There are days like this, when I feel in the core of my being that I have been lucky indeed. Bizarre, this feeling of contentment that can arise in the most adverse situations. I believe that we must be happy with what we have, not yearn for what we don't or cannot have. If we can see and appreciate what we are blessed with, la vie est belle!

Some see me as independent and nonchalant. Some see through me. I have been blessed in my life. If I died today, I will die happy - therefore today is a good day to die.