the rest is illusory

everything seems to be in sync. i feel connected. i feel alive. i think i might for once actually have some things figured out. or at least i've figured out that it's okay to not have things figured out. i'm finally experiencing what it feels like to be content day after day. i understand the importance of living in the moment. i understand the gravity of dwelling on the past or looking to the future. they are equally dangerous. there is no time but now...the rest is illusory. i want to be more conscious about it all: what i say, what i do, what i eat, what i buy, how i vote, who i love, how i feel, who i am. all of it. i wish i could bottle this hopefulness that i have inside of me. this positivity. i want to pull it out and wallow in it when ever i'm faced with struggle. my face is flushed with joy, like i just drank a bunch of red wine. well let me tell you this...i did just drink a bunch of red wine, and i ate duck, and it was all wonderful. i have good people in my life. some would call my life mundane, and in a lot of ways it is. things are pretty laid back around these parts. but it's these days of quiet that i hear so much.