Life's best and worst moments often seem to mix into an elixir of living that has a confusing aroma and taste. Unfamiliar scents get labeled things they are not and nasty tastes seem to overwhelm the palate of undiscerning connoisseurs.
It is an old soul who can always swirl these around and pick out the reality of the moment. Most of us stumble along doing the best we can and that varies from thinking it is unbearable to knowing there is always a moment of light. Experiencing the light is an art we are born with and lose little by little as we age.
Relearning our perfection takes a long time. After all we are such vulnerable and impressionable little creatures when those we love best begin to take it away. And even should we not lose it from them, there are always the others we meet as we are tamed and civilized by a mostly well meaning world.
There is no getting use to the light. Every time I discover it I am in awe, so it would seem that finding it in every moment should be easy. It is just that I seem to accept things very easily and thus, also forget them the same way. The light that awed me two minutes ago, may not be so visible tomorrow, or even an hour from now. I need to be conscious of it, watch for it, listen for it, sniff around until I know it the moment it enters my space.
I practice this until it becomes almost second nature, except that I am human and eventually I forget for a while and have to start again. The beauty of being is that the ocean just keeps flooding around me, whether I notice it or not, so there is never a penalty box where someone says, "alright, you messed up, you are banned now."
The opportunities are endless.
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