Do you ever feel content with now? That feeling where there is absolutely no room for nostalgia? (Well, except for this morning when my sister and I left the house to go to work, together in the lift/elevator, and it reminded me of our schooldays, that was one nostalgic moment)
Because I feel like I am at that point in my life when I am so happy with the here, and the now. I don't miss being younger, here is good. Here is perfect.
There is this comfort here that just came so naturally, so instantly. Like eyes you can look into and never quite reach the bottom of the sea that is their wilderness. The wilderness that is the perfect lace of past delicacy and a hope for a future lightness. And a hope; a hope for eternal happiness.
It leaves me in awe.
It leaves me so much in awe that I become speechless.
And it take a huge amount of awe for me to reach the point a of loss for words.