Sometimes we have to stop and give into how we feel. Give in to the simplicity of it. Of something that can make us feel and stop analyzing it so much. The clouds are beautiful because they float and capture the breeze and create magical shapes from it. From letting the air around them do what it will. They allow it. They play. They are free. And without question.
One of the most beautiful things people can share is touch. You can get lost in it. A moment as simple as warm skin brushing against warm skin. In one instant- any preconceived notions, any analyzing, any judgments, worries... all of it- gone. And all that energy spent now rushes into a bullet of thought targeted like a heat seeking missile to that skin- that warm on warm, skin on skin- touching, feeling. And we give in. We feel. And for an instant it is like living in a huge soft ball of satiny cotton. Pure imagination- muffled around only that feeling- safe, warm heated, protected. And all that can be processed is: We. Us. This. That. Connected. This feels... good. This is nice. This makes me happy. Be. Feel. Enjoy it. Don't move.
And we do. And our walls go down. We lose all defenses if even for those fleeting moments.
But eventually we move. And we lose the warmth. And we analyze. We become ridiculous creatures who live behind our guarded walls that we just build ever higher and higher, and never think to build a door or a window to let anyone in (even though we want to). Because we are difficult and want someone to fight for us because we need to know they might actually stick it out a little. We want someone that won't run, unless that running is them chasing after us after we try to run away ourselves. We want to feel wanted without asking.
If only we could just be like a cloud. Float and go where the wind takes us. Create shapes freely from the beauty around us without worry, without question. (And come on, I know of course clouds are not just there for our amusement. That they are not just floating around looking oh so pretty, I don't live in a ridiculous dream world... But isn't it nice to just allow yourself to just see them as that? As nothing but beautiful pieces of fluff in the sky, floating around peacefully with the wind. If even just for a minute?)
We have to allow ourselves simple innocences. We have to realize it is okay to get lost in life sometimes (and more often than not). That it is okay to get lost in that act of living, in the act of living for ourselves. Everything is a choice. And we can choose to remember how wonderful it feels to get lost in the simple pleasures and enjoy them. We can choose to become aware of these moments that make use say and think "this makes me happy" and allow ourselves to get lost in them.
Everything is our choice.
And sometimes, we need to just: Stop. Give in. Be. Feel. Enjoy it. Don't move.
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