THE GREAT JOURNEY
I can feel myself growing new skin.
When I confess to myself that my life will truly change in the coming forth nights, I do not say so out of hope or expectation.
I can feel within me that great change as I type down every single one of these letters.
For my journey away from the thing that has always undermined my attempts and hindered me has begun.
My steps are light, the weight on my shoulders has significantly lessened.
I look forward to living, because mine is no longer a chore.
It is no longer a problem to be solved.
But a mystery to be experienced.
As I write this, I feel an explosion of bliss within my brain.
It is as if my neurons have lit up all at the same time.
I lack any other words to describe how it feels.
I wish I could transfer this, for I do not understand how nature could hide such feeling from man.
Even closer home, I don’t know why nature chose me to feel it.
It is of it’s own accord, it is not because I ingested drugs or exogenous substances.
There is nothing I did for these sensations to engulf me like this.
It just is.
It is glorious like a summer flower blossoms.
