We need to strive for moments where we feel like somebody else again and again. Not in the escapism way, in the way where instead of just being you, you become all things. You become confident in happiness and lose yourself to it, surrender yourself to time and activity..and become free. This must be what love feels like, what success feels like, what good sex feels like, good ideas coming on feel like, good health, progression, improvement, accomplishments…all the same meanings, different words. Im writing this down as a reminder to myself to actively pursue this feeling. This state of being is the essence of happiness.
It feels as though its been this day forever and my spoon keeps picking up the same pool of milk. Finally a week later my fingers are becoming flowers and my teeth, tools for telling people how beautiful they are, b/c they really are - even when they ask you to clean the washroom.
- poems from underdesked notebooks
