It visits me from time to time - abruptly, it's there, and it surprises me in a way that's pleasant - the feeling: life is seriously good. I wonder, if it moved to my head permanently and constantly, if I would get numbed by the feeling and it would no longer be able to joy me. Immediately I wonder if that has already happened.
But it doesn't matter, for whatever joy I already have cannot stop a higher level from surprising me again. I must believe that there is no upper limit, and that all that is needed is an open door.
Life is seriously good.
All struggle - temporal. All suffering - shallow. All obstacles - opportunities, the path to something more wonderful.
The cup of americano I just finished: delicious, a real pleasure.
The mathematical formula that inspired my next book: inexhaustible genius.
The bullet journals I use to write down and analyze and struture ideas: handy beyond comprehension.
My health: superb and gratitude-inducing.
My home: perfectly comforting.
My routines: self-made and effective.
My work: my purpose.
Life is seriously good.
Everything works, everything is either enjoyable or a path to the better. Or both.
The world is your playground, your sandbox. It's there for you to build your castles, according to your vision and desire.
Go crazy.
RK
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