October 22, 2011

  • While only 21-years-old (22 in Nov.), I like to think I've seen a lot. At least for being 21. I've seen death; seen even more (than I've ever wanted to see) near-death experiences. Had my own share. Seen love; multiple times. Had my own slew of breath-taking experiences. Been moved. Et cetera and so forth. And likely have no idea what else I'll get to learn or discover that I never could have fathomed before then.

    And I don't think I want to say this is one of the most arresting experience I've had (besides, when have I ever been decisive?). But petting my pet rat and him bruxing happily and then grooming my hand voluntarily on his own after more than half-a-year of trying to get him to trust me is honestly one of the most moving things I've ever experienced.