I feel like I climbed to the top of the highest mountain and just when I thought I couldn't go higher I did, and soared way above the highest heights imaginable, waves and waves of pleasure taking me higher and higher. It was so amazing and I was so unprepared for it, so overhelmed by it all that when I finally came to rest, a certain lassitude crept over me and stayed with me as I began to feel the weight of my limitations. The weight of being human.
They call it 'the little death'. A few moments of blissful heaven and then back to life and living. Like a new born feeling the sudden separation and emergence into individuality trying to figure out this thing called life. Searching for a reason for one's existence here on earth. And in trying to figure it out I am beginning to realise that some things cannot be just black or white. Some things are not meant to be figured out. Only lived.
And it is this which keeps us alive.
One breath at a time.
(Image from the Hubble Telescope - Young Stars Sculpt Gas with Powerful Outflows in the Small Magellanic Cloud)
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