“When life is easy, it’s easy”, I thought.

It was supposed to be the beginning of an exploration in words.

About how life can be a breeze and it all just happens effortlessly, or how it can change just like that and turn into a living hell.

And how you don’t really learn much when it’s easy.

But then I thought:

“What IS life?”

If it can feel amazing and terrifying, if it can be easy in the morning and hard in the afternoon, what is actually going on?

What happened to the life that seemed so simple five seconds ago, and now feels like the biggest fucking mess EVER?

What IS life?

Can you point it out?

Is it everything around you?

Or is it everything inside you?

Or the sum of everything that is everywhere?

Why is my life different from yours, and how can we all live different lives while being on the same planet?

The thing is:

I can’t find life.

I can’t sit next to you, stick out my index finger and say:

“Look, there it is, life!”

Life doesn’t happen to us.

We are IN life.

Life is us.

Life is an experience.

And how do we experience in the first place, basically?

By thinking, and feeling.

Life is thinking, and feeling.

Life is like a rich, flexible idea.

It always changes.

So life is never the same.

And it’s never not life.

Have I lost you there?

Yeah, well, that’s life.

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