Earlier this week I turned 31.
My mum prepared a beautiful feast. I admit that when I was younger I may have taken my mum’s cooking for granted. Now I cherish every bite of her food.
The lunch was beautiful, and the company, most awesome.
It’s funny, today I found some old writings of mine from 2000. Twenty year old Wil. Boy was he troubled. The stuff I wrote about was not only idiotic, but sad too.
From the way I wrote I obviously took everything in the world for granted, and had tunnel vision. I could only see everything as it was affecting me, and not how I, and the things around me, affected everyone else. If I could, I’d go back and slap myself. 
It’s funny how in 11 years EVERYTHING in the world can change.