There’s actually no such thing as an adult.
That word is a placeholder.
We never grow up. We’re not supposed to.
We’re born and that’s it. We get bigger.
We live through great storms.
We get soaked to the bone.
We realize we’re waterproof.
We strive for calm.
We discover what makes us feel good.
We do those things over and over.
We learn what doesn’t feel good.
We avoid those things at all cost.
Sometimes we come together: huge groups in agreement. Sometimes we clap and dance.
Sometimes we look like a migration of birds.
We need to remind ourselves – each other – that we’re mere breaths.
But, and this is important, sometimes we can be magnificent, to one person, even for a short time, like the perfect touch – the first time you see the ocean from the middle.
Like every time you see the low, full moon.
We keep on eating: chewing, pretending we know what’s going on. The secret is that we don’t. We don’t, and don’t, and don’t.
Each day we’re infants: plucking flower petals, full of wonder.
~ Micah Ling ~
(daily ex. update, morning cold dog walk 2.2 miles, ytd walk 796.6 miles. pm tm run 3.1. miles, ytd run 1342.1 miles)
