When it Hits

Every once in a while, something small pulls me out of the fog. The smell of rain on hot pavement. A song I haven’t heard in years. Someone laughing in a way that feels completely unfiltered. And suddenly, I’m aware of everything, my breath, my heartbeat, the fact that I’m here. Alive. It’s weird how easy it is to forget that. Most of the time, I’m just going through the motions. Rushing, scrolling, thinking about the next thing. Not really feeling much at all. Just existing. But in those moments, those sudden, quiet hits of clarity, I remember how much I actually want to live. Fully. Not on autopilot. Not numb. I want more of those moments. More realness. More presence. I don’t want to miss my own ife.

• Alive
• Realization