This afternoon, I happened to chat with a strange girl, about 16 or 17 years of age. As I got on my bike to go, I said (as I often do), “Have a good life.”
“You too,” she replied.
“Oh, I already have,” I threw back as I started to pedal.
I realised, this is true, not despite all the bad and even terrible things in my past, but because of them.