It has occurred to me with great strength what great blessings I am surrounded with.

It has also occurred to me with equally strong, cringing (and yet blessed) luminosity what an entire waste of time I have made myself part of in certain sections of time of my past.

It is because the two are juxtaposed that I feel strongly about both points. So strongly, in fact, that instead of focusing on the negative aspects of the negative side, I take immense comfort and joy of the positive: all of the blessings that have come from me getting my ass out of harm's way just in the nick of time, several times in several moments of my history.