It felt good to be alive this morning.

October 16th, 2013, 8am

It was 9°C with no clouds detected. The breeze was light.

There was no reason for it. Another day. Like all the other ones. Same wake up call in the morning. Same thing had for breakfast. Same goodbye to my daughter. Same route walked to work. And yet I didn’t feel the same.

You just can’t tell when it’s going to happen. I don’t know if it’s a thought or a feeling, or something deeper, greater; it’s that intangible shift that, for me, only occurs when I’m alone. When for some reason I am connected and everything seems okay. These moments are brief and blow over all too quickly and before too long I begin to sweat the small things again. I forget none of it matters. I forget we’re all connected and that what I do and how I act today has consequences for me and others I can’t always fathom.

It’s the cultivation of these moments of ‘connectedness’ that escapes me.

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