I am so in love with reality. Both when it is good and bad to me. I am not high on life, but I am high on the notion of living. Both when it is painful and when it is delightful.
Reality has a texture. It has a sense to it that I can sense. I can run my fingers against the edges of reality and just take it in.
I accept and love reality for what it is.
It is, indeed, this relationship with reality that gives me a great appreciation for it. It gets me through the rough and easy times. It helps me create these times. That is where I want to be. A part of creating the times around me.
I accept and love reality for what I can make it.
The world is so beautiful.