Something is happening inside of me. I don’t know the moment when it started, but it’s brewing gently, a fuzzy sense of self that I’ve never felt before. I’m finally starting to get it. That my existence is not based on identity, experience, location or even my physical body. I exist. I am. I don’t have to fight for this anymore. I don’t have to desire. I don’t have to desperately seek for the answer, because the answer is within me. I am the answer.

I suddenly feel sensitive to things. I don’t want to indulge in anger or pain. I just want to enjoy the oneness. The realness that I have craved all my life. It’s so beautiful that I’m crying. I am the light, the energy, the infinite, the limitless. And so are you. We are the God we seek. And I must harness this. Sharpen it. Learn to absorb and project whatever I want to, whenever I want to.

I finally see a way out of my own misery, and a way out of the spiritually suppressive nature of society itself. It is my own suffering and confusion that has lead me to this amazing discovery. How powerful is that? I see that every moment is full of divine purpose. I will surrender my ego and simply be, knowing that I can never cease to be, because life, death, time and space are only an illusion. A matrix. I can transcend my own thoughts, even transcend this worldly realm, and I know it now. I am grateful to the Universe, for I have found my Art of Chill.