In the beginning it can feel like two worlds, in this time when one still checks more often, asks the same questions again and again: Who does???? Did I really look? And so on.Not sure why but feels like I’m walking on the edge of two worlds
One I thought was real and find out it’s all been make believe
And the other totally unknown and only appears moment by moment with nothing but new surprises
With the time it seems as if these two worlds kind of merge and it is one, playing in lots of interwoven tunes.
End of guilt, too, right?Relief “I’m”not responsible
Not the doer
Things just get done
Then finding a non chalant attitude that I don’t really care and nothing really matters
And still no need to become a murderer, sadistic or anything like that. Too much awe of the beauty, the simplicity of what is.
Beautiful, isn’t it?Childlike feeling surfaced of how I felt about this life when little
Kinda like wow what’s next
Every thing is fresh new exciting curious
Kinda like watching this character play it’s part
Here yet detached watching the happening
And even falling back is life lifing, digging oneself out, getting unstuck is life lifing.