I’m in the process of extracting a bunch of after thoughts that I recorded in my mind during a very long and deep conversation at work yesterday. I’m finding myself profoundly surprised by the things I said in passing, as though they were just a casual bunch of unimportant views for a lack of a better way of putting it.
I remember saying I often find it difficult to relate to my friends, my family, and often at times the people and strangers that I meet along my journey. Although often at times I can deeply empathise with them, I find myself shrunk into a a size far too small to fit within the shoes of their experiences.
Subjects such as love, death, loss, are all things in which I experience through a very unusual set of lenses. Through my experiences growing up from a child to an adult, somehow I have found myself becoming nimbly loose from the tight corner stones of my identity.
When I find myself in the present moment, in my breath, I start to dissolve into the vast ocean that we all perceive to be reality; that magnificent and equally terrifying thing that renders itself before us, that renders itself before all of us.
I find that in that moment, as soon as I open my mind and allow myself to let go, I realise that I am no one, and in the same way that I am nothing, I am also everyone, and everything.
This realisation somehow allows me to flow through many a things that are often deemed far too painful to mention, so much so that I am at one with my joy and my pain. It’s a beautiful thing but I must admit, sometimes I get so lost in the present moment, that life seems to flash by me way too fast.
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