How rare

Most of our revelations are under the external perception radar. Most of the moments that make us feel alive go unnoticed, un-captured. Only felt in waves internally from the ground up – feet to brain. A life that looks like not much is a life being lived in spades of epiphanies, wonders, personal milestones, mental mazes, imaginative escapeds, quiet nights with cool breeze, intimacy within four neon walls, iced-tea with siblings when they’re back from school or hot tea when you’re sick, wrapped up in a warm quilt. It’s about the little joys, the little wins, the personal challenges we take on, the way we seize the day or let it pass us by as we numbly float on time like it has lost all its hold on us. It’s the fingers that dance with ours and the people we hold and sigh with and breathe in to. It’s waves of sensations that take our breath away and the things that touch our lips and tongues, our skin, our hearts. It’s the images that the eyes capture and the brain retains for a little-long while and scents that trigger a memory. It’s the wind brushing against our cheeks and messing up our hair. It’s love, it’s rest, it’s work, it’s action, it’s stillness; It’s breathing, it’s touching, it’s talking, it’s striving, it’s recovering, it’s rising, it’s laying low and it’s flying high; it’s being checked out, it’s being present; It’s living. 

Seemingly the most routine and “boring” lives are lived with ignited minds tweaking reality as per their liking. Every life is a work of art, a story. Every life carries the potential to make us feel something, anything. To make us learn something, understand something, or simply, an opportunity to be a witness just as we’d witness the self evolve over the years. We get to get a glimpse of evolutions of all kinds all around us. Creating an array of perceptions and decorating the gift of sight along with other senses with ample reasons to exist in the realm of our admiration of they very fact that they exist.