Just this.

All of it.

Noting to aim for; nothing to let go of.

Just this.

But (of course) we never see it this way.

Then again, what if we let go of everything we’ve been told.

I imagine, but don’t know, that we’d live in the moment.

The older I get the more I feel lost in my life: What do I really know?

Nothing, really.

That’s not to say I don’t feel drawn to some things and an aversion to others but, ultimately, I don’t need anything more than being alive.

I realise that’s a stupid thing to say but all these stories we continue to live in wouldn’t exist absent us.

If only we really understood that — all body, mind and soul.

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… which would be very much appreciated and welcome 🙏.