Touched

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Don't know about you, but I like to be touched, moved by something. I enjoy works of art, experiences that make me feel something deep, something real. It feels like I can visit places; far away yet deep inside me. All through a single experience, which often happens without me going outside my house.

During these past twelve months, I noticed one important thing: I'm more inclined to be touched by something when there's margin in my life. In the past, I'd be watching movies, sure. But even the most tearful dramas often wouldn't leave any impression on me. Because there were other things to worry about, other places to be.

But now, when I've built considerable margin, empty space into my life, I feel like everything moves me, everything can make me stop and reflect. Not just works of art in particular, but anything; the trees, the people, the wind. There's a deeper connection with everything, everyone around me. At least, that's how I feel.

Yet another reason to say enough more often.

A life with space to feel is a life worth living.


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