It’s weird, some of the most important parts of my life have happened in the last few months and I haven’t felt the need to write at all. Thoughts and ideas are always swirling below the surface, ready, yet out of grasp, hard to picture, painfully waiting at the edge of my vision but recently words have felt almost translucent, ephemeral, not quite unnecessary but also lived in. And the idea of life has been grasping the tip of my tongue. These moments keep floating gently through my consciousness; am I living? Is the place I find myself present in, conscious in, where I’m meant to be?
And I question it all. I question the idea of what living is? Is it about being happy within the circumstances we find ourselves? Is it being grateful in where we found our state of being? Is it making the most of what part of our timeline we find ourselves in at this point? This moment in time untouched, irrefutably our own, but also understood that with choice we can change it to a split hair of time moving in tiny streams of lighted consciousness down a different path.
So Dear, Reader how have you been? Have you missed these thoughts? These sweet, ineffable musings tasted slowly, smoothly, streaming down your brain stem, the same taste a good milkshake feels in a land unknown with nothing but your thoughts to ponder between sips?
Reflection, that’s what life has been to me lately. It’s remembering the conscious, the present, and understanding who I am and how I fit within my own story. The paths I have taken and how to appreciate the choices I made in those moments. And you know it’s so interesting, I haven’t written in months because life has been lived. Some of the most reflective moments in my life have happened in these past months and I haven’t had any inclination to write about it. And I appreciate that as much as the comfort this blank canvas has provided for me whenever I have brought my mindscape to these white lined spaces of ebbing cottoned candied cloudy remembrances, floating and allowing me to be myself within a space that I am comfortable being.
So why now? Why write now if life has been living through me? Simple, I want you Dear, Reader to taste it, this experience of living in a state of life that is your own, that prescient shore that beckons when you reach moments in your life that are cornerstones of the choices we make, a culmination of paths converging into places of us being who we are.
May we live in the moments that live through us. To put it simply, this one’s for us.
To life, may it be lived through us all.
Milkshake Thoughts 