I’ve been contemplating the nostalgia that we all inevitably feel from time to time for all the lives that we will never know. There’s a perpetual frustration that occurs as a result of being stuck in just one body that can only inhabit one place at any single time. Do you feel this too? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things that we cannot become?
The thing is, there are so many different ways of living a life, of being the person that you are. Some of them tougher, some of them sweeter - but you cannot be everything. This isn’t tragic or heartbreaking. It’s a kind of freedom, a kind of release. A kind of bright, soothing unleashing.
And if you are here with a beating heart, if you are experiencing the magic of consciousness, then you are the universe awakening to itself. How nuts is that? There is a hole in the world that only you can fit perfectly into. There is a fragment of it that no one can see but you.
Grab hold of your precious and unique life and hold on tight. There’s so much air to breathe.