The joy of being lost in the moment, and to know we can only do that now, makes every moment valuable. But we find ourselves again and again telling ourselves stories about who we are, and who others are. I've been trying to piece together how it's possible to interact with others without this need for ego narrative, but haven't found the way just yet.
Something struck me about love a moment ago... Perhaps the reason love seems elusive is that isn't reached directly, but is found as a byproduct of living in line with how you are.
