Figuring out life, as one lives, don’t we many a time forget to live? It’s not the visible surface to the open-eyed world the face of life. It’s the undercurrents we feel. They make me, the true me.
If I can handle them: the feelings beneath the skin, the sensation underneath the smile, the emotions below siding the eyes and bring them on to the surface to merge, then that’ll be a true achievement.
A true oneness with oneself? Or Nirvana? Or Peace?
A true life