Tiny thought: if this is all there is
The best part about winter is that on the rare day when it’s warm enough to wear one layer with an overcoat and probably leave your hat at home, when you can breathe in deeply without feeling your chest tense up in defense against the cold air coming in, when the sun is shining and it’s at peak bright and it hits the top of a golden standpipe on an otherwise clean but what I really mean is bland sidewalk, when you’ve been questioning everything, most especially yourself, and you’re really starting to wonder, is this all there is?, it’s hard not to take the moment to think: it might be enough.
In the summer, I forget sometimes.
Have a great weekend.
I have always struggled with this, wondering if there was more? To do more! Be more? What’s the purpose of all this? Is it enough? Are we enough? The more I dig and contemplate this- The more I realize, it has to be enough. We need to feel that it is. Because we are. Not for anything we do, but because we just are.
It reminded me a monocycle episode you were mentioning the pain of breathing cold air. It made me felt the exact feeling you were describing and I still remember it like a good book. I miss the monocycles btw.