Wondering. About the nature of life.

I like the feeling. Of being immersed. In a moment. Such as right now. Savoring a moment. That might otherwise be insignificant.  Because I’m not fully immersed. Merely going through motions instead. Anyway, at this very moment. I’m feeling alive. With it. Maybe not for any particular reason. Other than I am feeling extraordinarily alive. Aware of my existence. In an extraordinary world. I suspect. That I’m supposed to feel like this. All the time. But don’t. Makes me wonder. If I’m deprived. Or if this is the nature of human life. --Jim Broede