One fine Saturday night, when the sky was so clear and the moon so bright.
With a bottle in one hand and a mouth full of chips, I sat there on the sand, reaching for the warmth of the bonfire.

I just sat there in utter silence, just feeling the moment.
I closed my eyes and heard the waves from the shore, the distant barking of dogs, some reggae music playing from afar, and the tree leaves rustling while the wind swayed their branches.

I took a deep breath, held it for a moment, released it sharply, and told myself, “This is a great life. This kind of experience is one of those moments that should be remembered. When difficulties arise, this will be one of my happy thoughts”.

And then I opened my eyes, patted myself on the shoulder, saying, “enough drama, time for some interaction.” I stood up, gave one last glance to where I was seated, and smiled. “That right there is a moment to remember.” I went back to my friend, waiting for yet another drinking session. Indeed, a night to remember.

update:

Reading through what I previously posted, I realized I’ve come a long way from that cozy night by the beach with my good friend. I remember staying up until dawn, just talking about life. It was one of the longest and most memorable nights of my life, an awesome moment with a guy that I now call a real friend.