I’m in awe of this experience

all of it

it just blows my mind

I’m in love with the fresh air filling my lungs on a deep inhale. The soft wind on my skin. The gentle light of the sun when it hits you just right.

Wow. Just wow.

The colors, patterns, sounds, tastes, vibrations. Mmmmmmm. I’m fascinated. Enamored. Enthralled by the paradox of it all.

How fleeting. How mysterious.

I’ll never know when my last day is. My last moment. We think we have time. But we don’t ever know. What a wild, beautiful, sad, scary, wonderful masterpiece it all is.

My mother is getting older and her health isn’t what it once was in her youth. I can’t bear the thought of losing her. How precious and special she is to me even though she drives me crazy sometimes.

The reality that this experience is oh so fleeting makes me not want to waste any time.

Not waste time doing stupid shit that doesn’t matter.

I want to learn quickly, forgive fast. I want to smile often, kiss deeply, dance even when the only music playing is the one in my head.

Ahhh what art this all is. This life. This experience. Mmmmmm. How divine.

Have you ever walked the streets of New York City on a delightful summer evening? If not, I recommend you do. You can feel the creativity pulsating through the air. You can tune in and hear the authors writing their books, and musicians playing their symphonies. Ahhh. The culture. The arts. So beautiful.

I can only imagine the rest of the world.
How rare and special it all is.

Italy, France, London, Spain. How I’d like to melt into the ether of it all and dance among all that there is.

Taste it. Hear it. Feel it.

And lock eyes with you.

Gosh it’s fleeting. It’s all fleeting.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wow… WTF…

I caught a glimpse of the piece of floss I threw in the toilet right before I flushed. I marveled at the toilet. The plumbing. The lights in the bathroom. And I was like, wow. This is all amazing. Wow, just wow. I’m really out here. With a body and hands and a fancy toilet.

So easy to take it all for granted.