it’s like the deeply engraved feeling of noticing how humid it is on a windy day, or the feeling of looking at the sky knowing it’s about to rain, or the sensation you get when walking into a new school/academic building, or the experience of sitting in a breeze and realizing that like—you’re living. like, you’re alive. in this life, right now. And I never hear anybody else talk about this???
The experience of looking at your hands, sitting in your body and just marveling at the fact that you exist and that you’re real. and thenn i get the whole feeling of not being human and yada yada— but i can’t help but be in awe sometimes of the fact that i just like… exist and am conscious? why does nobody talk about this