There is this beautiful space in between reality and reality that I realize only once in a while is the existence that I try and embrace on an every day basis.
It's this thing. Really. A thing. I wish it were less hipster than that, but it isn't. It is just a thing. A feeling. Almost an aberration of a feeling that is the embodiment of two things that juxtapose each other in a way that makes each one beautiful and on their own ridiculous. Or maybe not.
It's the essence of an expensive dinner of indulgence, just to end up staring at the stars and appreciating a meteor shower. It is the appreciation of a beautifully made old fashioned then enjoying a ride home via public transit.
It's about the connections. The ability to talk to a cab driver about the wonders of traveling to a foreign land as a young adult from a foreign land. The beauty of the human essence that connect each one of us on any given moment. It's living with the horror that in the end, we are still who we are and maybe I'll still be depressed in the morning. This horrible feeling that no matter what glimpse of, and appreciation for, humanity I experience one moment, it is only, always, fleeting.
FML. FWP.
