I cannot escape being a human, and it’s breathtakingly beautiful

I cannot escape being a human. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful.

The pain. The longing. The search. The doubt. The love, all the love. The tears. The judgement when there are no tears. The joy. The longing for joy.

The dancing when my body just moves on its own.

The dancing when my mind goes nuts and judgy and fucking messy.

The quest for something higher. And realizing that there’s no something higher. And doubting whether this is reality or just a view. The view that there is “a reality”. The view that there are “views”. All my conceptual mind going nuts and building worlds and then destroying them.

The falling in love and the pain of relationships. Such a pain in the ass. Wishing it was simpler for me. It must be simpler for the others. It must be Me that is specially fucked up.

How beautiful, all of it. This dance in this field of mud and flowers.