I’ve decided I’m going to try to do posts on days that I take the trash out and see if there is any similarity.
I did today and it was quite full, comparitively speaking, but there was a major snowstorm that happened and a major holiday.
Whatever. I ended up having a very long conversation with a friend who is just living a complicated life.
I’m tirrrrd of complications. I’m tirrrd of living a hard life and feeling like I need to go through hardships to really understand the endeavors of a person seeking happiness. This rule needs to be broken. I feel that if I talk enough about it, it will just become a reality. Why not?
Today, I took out the trash and laughed, and had playful moments and moments of reality and waiting for change to happen and all those things. Living life. But that conversation with my dear friend is what I’m truly grateful for. He brought me into presence. He was present with me. I was able to feel good that we shared fully and openly and there was no pretention. And I felt him relax if just for a moment. That moment was a reflection of what i consistently want to want all the time. That we were in flow with the moment and nothing else.
There is something incredibly relaxing about being present. There is something that allows the moment to be shiny and perfect even in what would be considered imperfection. (whatever imperfection is).
