I woke up this morning to find that my brand new motorcycle had been stolen while I was asleep. This obviously makes for a bad day. But the strangest part of the day is that I didn't really even get that upset. I found myself to be more sad than anything. I found my thoughts drifting off to those times when we were young and careless. When a girls face would captivate us and even the slightest amount of attention from her would make us fly high. The times when we could play in the dirt and when the box that a present came in was more fun to play with than the gift. I thought of them and missed them dearly. I am sad today that during the most vulnerable times of our lives we can never be sure that there is not someone lying in wait to hurt us, to take from us, to cause us harm. I am sad that so much of my identity was becoming wrapped up in that machine and sad that that machine made me feel so alive. I am sad that I am sitting alone in my apartment tonight. That no one will kiss or hug me good night or be there when I wake up. How strange a circumstance that I would be sad and alone on the longest day of the year.