The essence of being where you are ment to be.
There are times when I feel like I`m exactly where I`m supposed to be - magical coincidence or a touch of luck, whatever you call it. It`s totally undesсribable yet very much perceivable. A gift from the Gods of time, to be more precise - from the God of Present. I`ve noticed that my mind was wandering most of the time when my body was there, standing solid on the ground feeling gravity and other elements of nature. Two disconnected parts of the same human being - body and mind that have been separated for no reason. Divided to come as one then, in the end of everything. Yet there were times when I felt like there was nothing more, nothing less than me. Just me with a feeling of awareness and absolute existence in a moment. Those things now I see as a flow, the stream of the river or the greatest ocean wave that I`m riding like a surfer. The surfer of my own mind. It`s smooth and so intouchable. It`s a myriad of little winds and a universe of tidal waves, whole world of silent trees whispering in the rays of light. A maze. That`s what our brain is. The soul is trapped there, always in a search of an exit. The final. The climax. We push ourselves, spend days brainstorming to get ourselves out of this. And what if. What if there is no maze, no trap, nothing. Maybe the body and mind are just in different dimensions? I feel most alive, most present when I feel the time is now. In fact the time is always now - no mercy for the past. And when I`m running, when I hit the road again I feel that I`m there - in absolute presence and total awarness of myself, ready for the challenge to live the life as a beautiful struggle. Accept imperfections and grasp the moment of glory when I`m done.
