Raindrops

It's raining. I listen to the drumbeat of raindrops on my roof. My little house feels warm and content in having hosted loved ones tonight. I'm reminded again that the most valuable things in life are attained not in return for material things, but only through open hearts. I am tired and happy. The next episode of the Yalda love story will be posted tomorrow night. Your kind comments will be replied tomorrow night, as well, as I need to go listen to those raindrops some more before this day is complete for me. Good Night.

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I am a citizen of this planet, who believes there is a purpose and mission to our existence. I pursue that mission and try to enjoy every lesson, every day, and every last drop of the pain and joy we drink when we live. I live a mostly regret-free life, with each failure quickly becoming a valuable experience and something to laugh about, and every success something about which to be thankful and celebrative. I do all of this in and around my beloved Berkeley, California.