I enjoy having conversations with my brother. I tend to be more philosophically inclined and he is practical. I am a pessimist (realist I like to think) and he's an optimist. I think what I like is he shows me a different perspective to things. Not a rose-tinted glasses perspective. That I wouldn't buy. But that there are other ways to see things as they really are. Or the way I see things may not be as bad as they really are. Though I challenge him, a part of me feels comforted. I marvel sometimes at how he manages to remain so optimistic. He's been through a lot in the past few years, through stuff that would have knocked the optimism out of anyone. But he still seems to have got it. I admire that I must say. I don't think I could have survived the things that he went through but those kinds of things wouldn't have happened to me because they require being in situations I am too scared to put myself in. I would never take those kinds of risks. I am a scaredy anxious cat :( I wish I could be more dare devil, more throw caution to the winds, to hell with it all, etc. But I am not. Which is not the bigger issue. The bigger issue is in spite of that I live life with a worry of what could happen, what I did wrong, and so on. Though I don't even do anything... I suppose that's why it's fascinating for me to learn how someone can be such an opposite and still be so open to experience, free... I wish it would infect me, that spirit. It feels nice to be buoyed up by it even if for a little...