Sometimes during the hustle and bustle of life I catch myself thinking of myself in more simplistic terms. I seem to come "closer" to myself, to my body, its basic needs for survival and how I neglect and (sometimes) abuse it for no valid reason. I see my place in this life and how cluttered it has become with superficial, meaningless thoughts with possessions and desires all accumulated and coveted in a vain hope that they will protect me, pleasure me, isolate me and keep me quite distant from reality.

Sometimes I see clearly, the veil parted as it were, and I desperately want to pursue that which I see. However the comfort, the perceived safety of the familiar, pull me back into this illusion we call "life". Perhaps one day I will find the courage to venture beyond, perhaps.