Lately my mind’s been lost wandering through the spectrum of time – living in glimpses of the “way back then,” of “the now” and “the where to?” In so much thought, with my mind attached to situations across time, of scenes and moments long ago and long from here, I realize that living shouldn’t feel so exhausting – breathing, beating bodies shouldn’t feel so dreadful, so muddied by daily societal weight. It would seem that exhaustion would lie more in lack of progression, in stagnation. To be alive should feel the farthest from death. I question sometimes whether our living is truly living?
Peace, Be, Love
~ Steph R.