Looking at this panorama of Paris at night made me foolishly realize just how f’ing lucky I am.

I recognized that landscape, because I’ve lived that picture…walking across the bridges where painters still sit, lazily along the banks of the Seine, downstream in a boat. Drinking wine at the little cafés on the corner.

My problem of not living for the moment (instead, living in the past) causes me to take so much of my life for granted.

I’m so unspeakably lucky. I don’t deserve one second of it.