I walked outside, carrying my laundry basket and it hit me. The wind was blowing and a cat romped in the vibrant green grass and it astonished me. For just a moment I had it. I knew that being alive was enough and the simplicity of existence was something I had unlearned. Every other meaning, every desperate grasp at what I thought was important, was something I had grafted on to life. I felt a heart inside the thing I called my heart. A secret heart that could barely take in the fact that trees exist.
And then it was gone and I had to do my laundry.
While you were realizing the mysteries of life. . .I looked in the mirror the other day, at 26 years old mind you, and thought ‘god, you look and feel old’.
I felt life just kind of hit me. All my stress and all my recent pain just smacked me in the face and showed itself.
I love those moments (the ones you describe, not the one I just did) when you ponder the existence of the universe. It comes in quiet moments. . .and then you usually snap out of it and continue playing Fallout.