Latin phrase that means “love of fate” or “love of one’s fate”…It is used to describe an attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one’s life, including suffering and loss, as good. Moreover, it is characterized by an acceptance of the events or situations that occur in one’s life

Do you ever have that moment when something clicks in your head and then suddenly your eyes or your ears seem alive? Or maybe it’s just a part of your soul or spirit just awakens, stretches its sleepy body, and you find the you have been searching for all along has been staring right back at you in the mirror?

No?

I did.

Somewhere along the road of life last week and today, while revisiting my past and listening to music bits and pieces of each song struck a chord with me.

I spent the better part of the weekend free. Friday, I went to see Sponge with four of my good friends. 3 who had never seen Sponge and 1 who had never really been to rock show. Saturday, I had a long and leisure lunch with friends and then drove to Raleigh to see the same band. Sunday, I spent it it with my  dog being lazy.

I wasn’t worried about anything. I didn’t stay glued to social media. I didn’t check my email 1000 times. I honestly disconnected. The people who were with me at that exact moment were the only ones that mattered.

The paths in my life I had chosen and the events that had taken place among them have lead me to this very moment in my life.

This very moment in life is great.

The lives I have crossed. The lives that have touched me. The ones who have walked away or moved along. The ones that have been born or those who have died. The ones I see, speak, text, email, Twitter, Facebook, etc daily or just occasionally.

Those are the names that would roll across the movie credits of my life it were a movie.

But right now, at this very moment, I am where I’m suppose to be.

Listening to Apology by Our Lady Peace