Ponderings and musings of the late cucumber.

I was wondering, is there such thing as being too grateful? I mean, I really wonder if it's possible for me to exude the same amount of happiness that I'm given. It's a completely different world that you can see when you know you have it made. It's easy to be caught up in the past, and spend so much time looking back over your shoulder that you miss what goes on in the present.
I'm so thankful I'm not there.
My past has so many ups and downs. Some, I love thinking about, because they brought me here to this point. And I've learned so much. For instance, I now know the difference between loving someone, and being in love with someone. And I never would have learned it without the bumps and bruises that came with falling countless times. And without certain people always being there to pick me up, I would know nothing about living. I'd probably know a lot about life. But it's different. God was always there, and He used influential people in my life to help me out, too. I can only hope that I was one of those kinds of people to someone else, as well. If my smile ever means the same to a stranger as some strangers' smiles mean to me, I think my life will be well spent. I am loved by a merciful God. Shouldn't I live that way? Shouldn't I love that way?
After all, at the end of the day, what matters more: loving someone with all my human heart has to offer, or being loved that same way?