It’s impossible to be forced to enjoy something.

Have you ever considered that?

I did, just now.

Imagine sitting on a beach, being completely lost in your head, and then trying to love the sunset.

Enjoying shit is about relaxation.

There must be some openness, some willingness, and some spaciousness, in order to be able to lose yourself in the aliveness of the situation.

You can’t love something because someone puts a gun to your head.

Or because you simply will yourself to do it.

Loving and appreciating and deliciously dwelling, are all about presence and availability.

Isn’t it amazing how life becomes easier when the stories about the person we believe to be, start sliding away?

When the non-stop mental wrestling and punching slows down and drops into silence, a sweet richness oozes into the situation.

You could call that joy.

Or you could call it nothing, and still let it fill you up.

It’s nothing short of a miracle.

And when that happens, you start to appreciate life more, and more of life.

From there, almost anything can be enjoyed.

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