I think about the people that I used to love...

I think about the people that I could have loved

I think about the people who loved me

I think about my friends and the people I met only once or twice and how I loved them as well.

I think about anyone that I've locked eyes with even if briefly and felt a resonance with as if we were seeing each other from the inside, feeling the shared presence that we were co-creating.

And I'm crushed by the realization that it's all fleeting. I feel my nature is to want to grasp at it all but I cannot 😭

We cannot 🫠

We have to just keep moving

We have limited time here, I feel my soul screaming, trying to cut through the noise to remind me.

We have limited time here.

It hurts because we can't help but attach, sometimes ruining our own mood with memories and daydreaming.

The only way we can ensure we are making the most of our limited time and energy is by being present with whatever is happening at any moment.

This is the thing that is happening now, here I go…. through this thing.

Oh well right? This is part of the experience and tbh not my favorite 🤣🤷‍♀️

Again I hear the screaming but this time it's "this is all temporary"

God, everything is change and that's just kind of wild tbh and low-key annoying 😅🤣🤷‍♀️

Sometimes you're floating along and sometimes you're thrashing about.

I see it on you, you see it on me.

If we relax maybe we realize we can just stand up out of the water....

Presence is a practice, it does not come standard or stock.

Enough day dreaming and pulling u p old memories, the ideal place to be is the place where you are.

So back to the practice it is.