Life is precious. Either way.

The best times. They come. When I’m more or less unaware of time. When I’m no longer looking forward to the next moment. Because I’m wrapped up completely in now. When there is no past. No future. Only now. One must be conscious of time. For time to exist. When I fall asleep at night, time ceases. That is, in my mind. In a practical way, I am sleeping outside of  time. Yes, that’s an illusion. But so is time. Makes me wonder. If all of life is an illusion. I have no problem with that. Best to take life anyway I can get it. Inside of time. Outside of time. Doesn’t matter. Whether it’s reality or illusion.  Life is precious. Either way. –Jim Broede