La vie est belle

"Riley is a great guy. He is 18 years old, and his life stretches out before him like an open road—a road he can’t wait to travel. But Riley sees this road disappearing behind a grove of trees just a few hundred yards up ahead. Where it’s heading, he has no idea. How many side roads and where those roads may take him—he hasn’t a clue. In fact, that’s the beauty of it. An infinite number of choices, an infinite number of destinations. Only God knows where his course will lead. Riley has the strong conviction that to choose a single road would be to limit God (and himself) from all other possibilities. He would much rather keep his options open. Wide open."

From here.

I read this and thought it was rather beautiful. I'm using the word beautiful a lot more these days. Hope it isn't annoying anyone, just I'm starting to get a better hold on life's beauty.

Jon and I went to Toronto Island today and walked along the boardwalk, then watched the sun set, got threatened by a duck and had to hop a fence. Then we found a swing set in the middle of nowhere, and went on it as the last little bit of light faded from the day.

I had plans to write an essay today, but I'm rather happy with what I got.