Here we are eleven years later, and its still hard to wrap your mind around the fact that the face of America has changed forever. Every year the memories start to set in, and we all gather around talking about where we were, what we were doing and quite possible what we were drinking on the morning of the September 11 attacks.
I try to make it to New York annually, this year I wasn’t able to, and this was the one year I should have…
Recently someone had asked if I had always been this way, “Have you always been this extreme about life, and wanting love all the time, and so overly obsessed with the sun and the moon, and the blah blah blah?” Well, my answer to that was, “No”, but I’m glad I am now.
Everyone says that September 11, changed their lives, everyone has a reason for why this day makes them breathe a thousand nights…my story is not any more or less interesting than those you’ve heard, but its my story nonetheless, and lets just say that I’m happy to see the sun everyday, and enormously thankful for the moon at night.
I’m obsessed with living, because once upon a time my life was almost cut short, and I’m open to love always, because that’s my reason for living. If ever I need a reminder I’ll sit back and remember September 11, 2001, because it truly changed my life forever.