I just got hit with the stab of deep gratitude
– that knowledge of being HUMAN, in the GOOD sense (I think humans are generally awful as a species) – but how BEAUTIFUL is it that I can even write these words, read these stories?
I could have never been born, never had the chance to breathe or fuck or kiss or dance or eat or swim or SURF or feel love or immerse myself into gorgeous dreamscapes on paper or screen or reality. I could have been an animal other than human – still wonderful but without that extra-special experience of imagination.
How crazy it is to just be SLAMMED with this notion. It makes breathing a joy, just lying here in bed, inhabiting this body, fully present. Feeling ALIVE.
Photo by Noran Bakrie.