My Days, These Days

Time eats up everything. My days have been purposeful; a balance between intellect and eternity. When I remember, which is more often these days, to observe mental stimuli rather than BE mental stimuli, I am freed up from the stickiness of life. I am freed up from identifying with all of the noise. My days seem so much lighter; layered with a spritz of effervescence, clearer; and quiet like moments before an afternoon rain.