The Magic of Simply Existing

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Sometimes I like to let my body go still and allow myself feel the boundary of my skin. From my core to the furthest edge of my fingertips I occupy a body, connected mind and flesh by millions of electrical impulses firing away. Amongst those impulses exists every moment of my life.  Every word I have ever read or written, every dream that ever flooded my sleepy mind, every lyric and the music to every song that has ever graced my ears is contained somewhere in the intricate web that is my brain.
When I think about this, it puts so much into perspective. Being a thinking, breathing thing with the gift and curse of the human condition is as beautiful as it is tragic. We are a compliation of experiences, electrified– walking, talking, seeing, remebering the good things and learning from the bad everyday.  We get to call that life. When I remeber how incredible that is, I can shrink the self induced stresses that make life more difficult than it needs to be; I can focus on not just being happy, but being awe inspired.

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