...a feeling of exhilaration

as of late, i have been feeling quite rushed. in life. in living. in working. in breathing. its been an endless race with a hazy ending. i've been rushing myself. trying to find that place of peace. ive been striving to reach that point. that point of complete contentment, yet absolute willingness. that point where i am perfectly fine in becoming blind.
i think i have reached it, or maybe i'm finally entering it. its terrifying, yet so thrilling. i feel like i have come miles in such a short amount of time.
this is no longer a race. it was never a race. this feeling of rush was a feeling of exhilaration. of freedom.
i have finally entered that realm. the realm of happiness that you can only dream of. or at least thats my belief.
i find myself marveling at the beauty.
i am gaining inspiration from the characters.


finding the truth in the words of a friend...
"i believe solitude and finding the beauty in life , its the pure exhiliration of breathing the fresh air of morning, taking in the sweet scent of honeysuckle in full bloom, recognizing the presence of our Creator, all this is what makes the being of who you are beautiful, life is captivating in all ups and downs, sometimes its scary, and sometimes its conquering."
how blessed we are to live this life. and how selfish we are at the same time.
i am finally finding this gasp of fresh air. and i will not take this for granted.
carefree. freedom.
willingness to become.