Feeling for the sweet spot.
The home frequency. True north. Maybe I don't fully own it yet, but I've felt it enough to know that there's a place where patterns emerge, where rhythms can be felt and tapped into, where ideas come together, where words are infused with deeper meaning and authenticity.
It’s where the basic tools of life start crossing over into art, beauty, celebration. Where they transcend previous expressions and become elevated to something new and more alive.
Where the functional also becomes beautiful. Where the practical merges with the artistic. Where small talk becomes deep, connecting conversation. Where movement becomes rhythmic embodied expression. Where mindless noise becomes powerful moving music. Where language becomes poetry. Where flat imagery becomes alive with meaning. Where numbers become rich expressions of universal order. Where an empty space becomes a sacred container. Where geometry becomes a cosmic pattern language. Where science becomes a moving, breathing embodied understanding of life itself. Where religion melts back into its original intent. Where strangers become cherished fellow humans.
I want to live in the place where expressions converge, where beauty and art emerge, where rhythm rules, where flow is felt. That supernova sweet spot of life. That full cellular awakening, turned on embodied explosion of FUCK YES!!
Is this too much to ask for? Is it crazy to think we can have a world that feels this alive?? Maybe. But I think it's more crazy NOT to.