Peak Existence

I have only felt it a number of times. Once, as I wake up in the grace of a silent morning light; during the first few moments that I open my eyes. I felt it that one time when I was floating. Chest light; and face transfixed in a starless night sky. Adrift in the cold current of the vast still sea. I also felt it once, when I locked eyes with a passing stranger. Or that brief moment when I caught myself engrossed in a painting by the wall.

Maybe there are things that can make you insanely mad yet stupidly happy.

But of all times, I’ve felt it the most that time I stood with an enraged crowd. I felt it the second my voice melted with theirs; fist clenched- in a loud, fervent and assured call.

It’s the rarest of feeling; a singular and inimitable calm. When you’re aware of every sensation, of every breath you draw. It’s transient and almost surreal. As if the soul suddenly becomes more tangible than the body. It’s peak existence.