Thousands of impressions, reactions and subsequent impressions happen in moments, it seems. I cannot count them all. Luckily, I recognize some of them as insubstantial. I stop for a moment, no longer waiting to be entertained, to be proven wrong.
I am more often tired than when I was younger, but I have as much chance to be here. There is no more need for quantity of experience, not even quality, just a more open relationship..
I have long seen life as a set of circumstances that happened to me, although certain choices put me in a better or worse position. Now I see life more as the sum of me and the world around me. And yet, the strangeness of being one entity, buoyed here by something unknown, never fades.
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