20240226 - 11:36
I see an antidote. I, too, have gotten caught in stories. They’re what has led me here. India, the land of spirit. But we can never know, beforehand, what it will teach us. And we underestimate the form. It’s never grandiose. What truly changes us come from the small moments. Electricity, hot water, a shower. What used to be taken for granted becomes an occasion to rejoice. Gratitiude. That’s the antidote. How can I crave the future when there’s so much beauty right here? Living like this you realize what you really need - and it’s not a lot. But India isn’t really what taught me that. She did. With her, tomorrow becomes a distant dream. Every second I swim in the fullness of the moment. I still wake up in shock, with tears in my eyes. That I’m here. That she is. I still can’t bring myself to believe it, really. Old insecurities start running, fueled by age-old steam. What have I done to deserve this? But they don’t face me anymore. As long as there is, I will be here to appreciate it. Gratefulness lives in my heart. To be given this opportunity - to be alive. How could we want more? Tomorrow I might be dead. Slowly, I’m learning that that’s okay. For now, all I am is deeply alive. It’s all I really know. My bones tell me when I wake up. The birds sing it to eachother from the tree tops. Her eyes… well, I don’t have the time to get into that right now. Life is so much here. Always. Can you feel it too?