i am beginning to notice something about the nature of connection. it very rarely is as complete as it feels to me in any moment.
it’s the somewhat rude shock of forgetting it and being reminded that bothers me in this moment.
i am forever ‘in the moment’ and being reminded that the assumption that others are is almost always invalid.
i am forever surprised to find this the case. sometimes hurt for it. but i admit that is nothing more than ego and so, ignore it.
still, i wish it were possible to have such connection as would be whole and complete, without distraction.
i sit here and sigh, and remind myself that the difference between what is and what might be is the difference between peace and suffering.
i choose peace.