There are very few moments in life were you can lay down in bed, smile at you ceiling and be completely joyful about the sitchuation you are in. At leased thats how it seams. i spent the last three months sweating blood over stress of school, girls, God, and now i can smile and calmly think about life without the little axe murderer on my sholder. But the one thing that i noticed when i sit in my bed, thinking about how great life is at the moment, is how there is nothing for me to do at all. All of my stress has been caused by my goals in life, and once those goals were completed, i find myself at the mercy of facebook and Xbox. don't get me wrong, i do enjoy not being stressed, but i made me think about how we as humans, as much as we would say otherwise, love the feeling of pressur guaging against our sholders, pushing us deeper into whatever hole we had dug ourselfs in. It is all internal, and more than a moments thought will get you to be thinking other wise, but the fact remains that as i sit smiling in my bed, enjoying life. I am waiting for just another thing to pop us, and to get in my way of 'perfect' living.