A painfully delightful world.

I am guilty as a convicted criminal, for pleasuring myself from the world. The penalty for this I think would be the death, as I can see more I am attached to the world more difficult it would be to leave the consciousness function. How, can I not eat the sweet apple of creation, when it looks tasty, it smells tasty and it feels tasty with my perfect senses. Have you ever noticed how delightful the world is? It seems to be just being is enough to give us an enormous pleasure from life.

The beach

When I was walking on the beach yesterday, I was pleasuring myself as my feet dug in the perfectly milled sand. The sand had no single reason to be there. Sand which might have come from the Mesozoic era, from volcanic mountains, travelling back and fourth. Disintegrated by constant crashes with each other, shredded into perfect powder by the force of waves. Now giving a glorious sensation on delicate free nerve endings on my feet. I just grabbed it, judged it as good, and paid the price instantly when I stepped on the rough tiles of indoors.

It wasn't just sand. The waves were rough, but with plenty of drama on the stage with the low singing voice and the bubbles in thousands. Orchestrated throughout my presence on the beach in background. I just had to look if my eyes felt tired looking at the coconut trees or the blue sky. I could listen even when my eyes closed on the hammock hung between the two trees, slowly swinging sideways. I could pleasure myself with the wind which was not stopped by the fishnet on my back which hurts from wear and tear from the long journey of life.

The world is remarkably delightful. Sometimes I weep indoors in artificial Life when I know I could have been watching an ant cross a tiny lake made by a Childs hand. I used to be that child. I have outgrown, Outsmarted, and in utter chaos of an imperfect life like every single one of my high school classmates, except a couple who died last year. The world is remarkably delightful still. That, I know for sure, as I can see myself watching happy grass swaying in the lagoon wind in my dreams, like I did in last December. I would watch a tiny octave foot Spider weaving a trap of death in a dodecagonal Shape, without knowing any chemistry, or high school mathematics. Which no matter how much advanced I am, cannot replicate without significant sacrifice of part of my life.

Dandelions

There is delight in,

Watching a spider

Dandelions float in summer

Listening to the sound of squirrels.

Watching the celling from by bedroom.

Every dead and dry leaf, if I picked them up and chose to spend my consciousness observing its venation pattern which once used highways by a tree to send a concentrated soup of ingredients back and forth from its cells.

World is painfully delightful

If you understand this simple truth about life, that just being enough was what the mind ever wanted, maybe just then the content that Jim Carrey talked about at Oscars, is achieved. The world is painfully delightful, being content in it is just a choice. I reminded myself today just before close my eyes, that maybe I can achieve that content, just now when I see the delight of having a sleep. Maybe life is meant to be with whatever the problems it has, and we just make them ours by declaring the presence of ourselves instead of being in it.