Before I start, I know that the age of “twenty” isn’t old at all. In fact, begin 20 is probably where many things and experiences are presented to oneself. With that said, I sometimes feel like I’m old. Or perhaps, “getting old”. This thought is unprecedented; I know. This is brought on from the constant changes of myself and my surroundings. A couple days ago, a beloved author passed away and left me thinking about a warm evening drinking an agua fresca wearing sandals and torn shorts. I’ve always loved how something, anything really, can transport you to a feeling. I yearn for the sweet burn on the back of my legs from the sun’s pride. I welcome summer not with open arms, but with an open chest so it can look directly at my insides and say “yes, I must tan this whitened being to new experiences and voyages”.
Sabbe sattā sukhi hontu, May all beings be happy. om shanti om shanti om shanti, peace peace peace.