Being

The hum of life. 

The empty room, the open sky, the busy street. 

The compressed air filtering in, then back out of your nostrils. 

The weight of the bed, the chair, the ground, pushing back against yours. 

The steady throb of your body, blood pulsing through your veins. 

The buzz of existence. 

The state of being.

Yet when we think, the world dissolves. We slip into memory or anticipation–replaying past conversations, imagining future ones. Whether verbal, visual, or otherwise, our thoughts pull us elsewhere.

But thinking doesn’t have to separate us from the present. Our thoughts shape the way we see, and what we see shapes the way we think. Thought becomes part of being when we notice it. When we observe thought as we would anything else.

Being is not an active process. It’s what’s left when everything else is stripped away.