8:32 p.m.

Listening to Chopin at Grand Central Station. Opposite the spot that Chris Evans' character sits in the beginning of the film...

This feels like bliss. I'm alone, but I'm not, because I feel like I'm a part of this crazy adventure called life. I may not lead an exciting and dramatic life, but I feel like my observations on the human condition have led to my rationality and logical approach to life. Instead, I want my characters that I create to have interesting and even dramatic story lines.

At the end of the day, I just want to be content and in constant pursuit of joy, passion and adventure. I hope to have happiness and health. So yeah, I don't need romance. I feel very valid in my existence. I don't think someone will just come into my life and "sweep me off my feet". The universe has better things to do.

I just feel grateful to be here in this moment, this place, this time. Here I am in the heart of New York City. Living, breathing, writing. How can it get any better than this? I am alive. This moment is infinite. The universe has conspired to allow me to be here. Thank you for giving me a chance to live it, breathe it, be a part of it.

If it was 1:30 a.m., there would be less people here and I would be able to experience what the characters in Before We Go did. Sometimes people just find each other. Maybe someday I'll experience that kind of human connection... Maybe never. No rush, universe, no pressure. It's all in the timing.

One more aria. Vissi d'arte. Enjoy this moment.