Life is not floating around me at the moment, whispering sweet nothings and beckoning me to soar on the winds with ancient beings.
I am low, close to ground and clawing my way through the day. Its nothing to be ashamed of, its life. The highs and lows of someone still trying to master their own inner egos and illusions.
Today I measure the character of my spirit by my ability to remain calm and aware.
I don’t need to smile, let the sun.
I don’t need to run and dance, let the leaves in the wind.
Observe the stillness of perfection around me and maybe tomorrow I will reflect that again.