Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
Writing poems and stories, some just for myself, some for the world.
Even getting angry, or sad, or grieving is a gift.
For as long as you can feel, you know you're alive.
That's why experiences are such a gift.
Posted in response to the challenge Life gifts.
Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.
Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.
Harder to get content and joy.
The old hay rake stands alone, all but forgotten.
The trees tower over it, youthful, green, and most importantly, remembered.
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