Yesterday I watched “Soul” to remind myself that maybe the purpose of life isn’t always finding some big purpose. It’s simply being present enough to enjoy being alive.
I hope I never lose the ability to be impressed by ordinary things. A good meal. A cool breeze. A message that arrives at the right time. A morning where my mind is not fighting itself.
I love people who have survived enough to become strange instead of cruel. Give me the person with peculiar rituals. Too many books. A bizarre sense of humor. Three different lives already lived. An oddly specific obsession. A softness they had every excuse to lose. Those are my people.