When Living Was all About Being Alive

And not about wealth, recognition or pride.

Are those days gone?

As we grow and move forward as humanity in its seek for dominion it seems stranger and stranger to be connected to one another.

And ourselves.

I remember myself being so much more preoccupied in the pas or better yet, occupied with being happy.

Sitting the way I'm doing now on a lotus position was all about being present.

In the moment, as time loses momentum or meaning and as existence simply becomes just being.

Then you commit spiritual suicides and devote more of your self to getting more and more material gain from this just-passing-by existence.

I had a sentimental partner once truly wise and loving sharing those moments out of reality with me.

Then I made her go away as I immersed in myself.

I lost her.

And after 5 years, I found her again...

Then I'm here writing nonsense thinking about that beautiful soul while I wait for her return.

Trying to worry less and less for the surrounding world and more and more for my deepening mind.

Still thinking I won't let myself suicide again.