Do you ever have that observational moment when you notice that everything surrounding you is incongruous? Setting off a series of questions in your head such as:
What is happening?
How did I get here?
Isn’t that a little inappropriate?
Am I the only one who sees the absurdity of this situation?
At that time, it becomes evident that you do not belong here.
Granted you were born here, you’re family is here and everything you’ve ever known is here.
But, it’s always been lingering in the back of your mind that this place is not for you - always an outsider, never thinking inside the box and always questioning conventionalism...
This is my current state of affairs.
I’ve definitely been feeling off lately. Well, more so than usual. I’ve become quite adept at learning to accept that I generally don’t feel like I belong where I am.
However, today I find myself outside enjoying the beautiful spring air, listening to the tunes from Woodstock and reacquainting myself with my own idea of what the late 60’s must have been like. How the music of Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Crosby, Stills & Nash seem to resonate with new meaning when being heard in the great, wide open.
This makes sense to me.
Laying in the grass, staring up at the bright blue sky, watching the clouds slowly drift by and enjoying the soft breeze as it glides over me, cooling my skin on this warm sunny day.
In this moment, I feel free. And, even though none of the aforementioned questions have been answered, it somehow doesn’t seem to matter.
I’m content – with who I am and where I am.
Laughing at the absurdities that seem to surround me.
Feelin’ alright.
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