I have these moments when I am completely at peace with the world. I see people walking, trees always nodding but never sleeping, and know that everything - all life - is connected. We are all made from the same materials, and came from the same source. The crippling attraction I feel towards the my dream girl in the library is merely an inborn, natural force that exists in between all things, like subatomic particles within an atom. In these moments nothing is questioned, and everything is perfect.
Then the moment is over. It disappears just as fleetingly as it had arisen, and I’m back in reality. I am reminded of projects due, people to please, and chores to be done. In my heart I know that these things that dictate my life are, at their core, menial and insignificant, yet I go about life treating them as though they are of infinite importance. I dream of the day when I am able become one with the entireness that I sense during these moments of clarity; when I can bathe in the peaceful calm and not feel the weight of egoic distractions. But eternal peace will have to wait, for I have schoolwork to attend to.