Overthunk

Do you ever just come home from toil and go and lie down, not sleeping nor waking? "Who has time?" you may ask. I don't have time either, but I do it anyway. Always have. It's a need, sort of. When I do this, odd stuff floats to the surface of my consciousness. Just now, this thought emerged slowly from the unformed ether: "If I die tomorrow, I will at least know this about myself:" A few seconds later, a rough-edged, unvarnished truth emerged: "I live more in the world of ideas than in the real world." It's true, I say. ----------------------- "Say hello." -- Deep Dish (Angello & Ingrosso remix)

Don't get me wrong. Mostly I exist in a fog where exhaustion, anxiety, cynicism or paranoia spin a wheel to see who's watch it is, b ut sometimes... I drift into this cozy, mellow headspace where I am really present, living in the moment, and just revel in the beauty of life as it is right then, some kinda hippie-ass universal warmth lighting and radiating through my being. It's happened a couple of times on sunny days driving home with the windows open, but it also happened today while eating Hamburger Helper cheeseburger macaroni -- a reverence and appreciation for what is, a genuine humility. No Xanax, no wine, no cannabis. Just the Symphony of it all or somethin'. ---------------------------- "Just let your love flow." - The Bellamy Brothers