There are times in your life when you feel as though you’re supremely lucky.

They don’t happen all that often, but when they do, it’s like all of the sweetest nectar of the juiciest fruit of the most bountiful tree of goodness has been bestowed upon you. (The tree is laden with metaphor.)

Were you stood underneath this tree, the weight of its laden fruit would land on you softly, like a tonne of feathers, caressing you with  unfathomable peace and plenty.

It is times like these that it feels truly wonderful to be alive. In fact, I believe that this is the state that we are all meant to inhabit. This is the place that we are all meant to be.

Our conditioning, however; our thoughts, our angst, our worry and our forward planning; inhibit us from being exactly where we are supposed to be for the length of our short, wonderful times on this world.

The Dalai Lama, the reincarnation of Buddha himself, is apparently the only enlightened living being on this earth. The rest of us can – if we choose – spend our days trying to attain enlightenment. Most of us have but heard of enlightenment. It is, at best, an ephemeral state of being that we can strive for all our lives to reach.

At worst, it’s a word. A concept, something the hippies talk about and the bible bashers assault us with. They claim we don’t wash enough, smoke enough weed, do enough good, follow the path as we should, pray enough or live cleanly enough to experience the joy the Lord intends for us. But what do they know anyway?

But when we do experience those moments of pure, unadulterated, unsought for and sublime joy; when we feel so at peace with just being; when we think, “Hell, why isn’t it always this easy?” We  often can’t enjoy it as we should, because we’re too busy worrying about what’s next,  analysing how we got there in the first place, thinking about how to get back there in future, about work tomorrow and that email we must write.

So the next time it just feels really good, when it seems as though the planets have aligned to deliver a moment of blessed serenity, of incredible beauty and amazing love out of nowhere, just stop.

Stop and take stock.

Stop and give thanks to whichever higher power you may believe in. Or give thanks to nothing.


Because THAT is how it is supposed to be.

All the time.

Every time.

For life.


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