Recent observations + writings

I don’t mean that life doesn’t matter.

Or that time should be wasted.

Or that we should drift through our days without care.

I mean something quieter: Most years don’t matter in the way we’re taught to think they should.

Every so often, reality cracks open.
Not through a ritual, not in ceremony—just in the middle of a normal day.

You might be sitting at the beach, light flickering on the water, and suddenly it hits: What even is this? How is any of this real? How do I exist in the middle of it?

It’s not a thought. It’s an awareness.
Something in you remembers: this isn’t ordinary.
It’s miraculous.