Feel it. Alive. Now.

Hey, too long between musings … it’s time for a blog. Quick one.

Sorry for the scattering of phrases and incomplete sentences. But this is how I quickly jotted it down on a piece of paper today. So, this is how I’ll write it. I don’t want to try to explain these feelings too much. I don’t want my written explanations to distort the feelings. They’re too real—can’t possibly explain with a written word.

Here goes …

Feel it.

Almost five years ago I made a decision to put down a bottle. Or bottles. And, suddenly, I picked up my life, and my bliss. The bottles, it appears, were distracting me from realizing that bliss—from realizing my life. My body. My mind. My soul. From realizing it all.

But, now, I continue to feel like never before. I’m fully aware. Of my life. My body. My mind. My soul. All.

And I cherish it. I hold on tightly to each moment. And savor it. And then let it go. And it keeps repeating. Like cotton candy sugar on my lips.

Peace. Bliss. They are internal. Always there. Unseen. Awaiting discovery. By me. By us all.

In the past five years I’ve managed to also lose some of my “self.” Others first. As much as I can. In losing my “self,” I gain so much more. Others’ happiness … that makes me happy.

And I’ve become more fit. Mentally, physically. Emotionally.

On the physical side … endorphins are a wonderful thing. The natural version. Organic. Not sold in stores. The world doesn’t give them. Can’t take them away. It’s inside. All of us. Me.

I’ve always had it. Now I know it. Now I need it. Now I know how to get it.

Give. Be active. For my body and mind. And for others. Motivated.

Write, too. So good for me.

Mostly, love.

Just love.

Ultimately, love is everything.

That was quick, but felt good.

Go ahead. Feel it, too.

Feel it.

Peacelove

T