And I appreciate it still — to the fullest. I’m doing alright; what have I to complain about.
I was happiest in that land, where I felt I truly belong — in the sense everything about the place could foster my identity, spirit, and the many fancies within my heart.
Today is a special day for me. I’m simply glad to be alive.
There is always something left to love.”
―from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez