Widdershins

Sometimes... my steam builds up. If I keep myself cooped up for too long without any fresh air, a pressure sort of builds up in my head. As if my thoughts generated steam & smoke.

   I often find myself worrying about what the best way to do things, where I should be, what would be best for the consideration of others. If I could worry myself into a fever, I should have by now. But that voice pops up in my head with a simple question.

  "Yeah, and?"

   What really matters, after all? It's okay to simply be. Existence is in existing. I'm happy if you're happy & isn't the only thing that matters is that you're fine with you being you? Come what may, stub your toe and at least you still have the capacity to feel it. To quote some singer: "Breathing in & out's a blessing can't you see... because i'm alive... and well."

  I'm happy to be where I am. Whatever happens, will. May it be that things don't always turn out well, but at least they did.

     ...Really should meditate more often.