In awe with life

I’ve always considered life solemnly, almost severely.

The sun. The water. The trees. The people.

How beautiful and how scary shapes can be.

As an observer, I penetrate the world around me,

Breaking through beauty and mystery.

As a wanderer, I am often confused.

I am confused by human complexity in this synchronicity.

Everything is supposed to be as simple as breathing in and breathing out.

Yet the mind is speaking continuously. Anxiety. Fears. Diseases. Egos.

I am in awe with life mystery.

Swinging from sadness to ecstasy.

Is that a tragedy?

In this quest for freedom, filling life with wonder is a precious gift,

That cannot be ignored, as overwhelming as it can be.

I am in awe with Life,

And Love becomes my single reality.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.