Is this how life was meant to feel.
A sense of peace and contentment,
not excitement, or even happiness.
It’s not loud.
Just a quiet, confident sensation.
Feeling at home in my physical form,
the January air making my cheeks blush.
“Oh, I hate winter,” I used to think.
Now it’s almost nice,
or it just is.
One of nature’s four seasons,
and I’m okay with it,
at peace with what is.
I feel the comfort of the warm clothes I’m wearing,
protecting the rest of my body from the cold.
But it’s more than that.
I’m one with this body,
but my spirit speaks too
a quiet, confident energy,
a heart full of love and peace.
With everything I touch,
every action,
I pour this energy into the world.
Peace and love spreading,
almost like a virus,
with my every step,
every interaction.
Is this what it means
to be human.
