What best life means to me

I’m leaving my best life right now, and it’s nothing like most people mean when they say so.

Unlike back in December, I’m not attending any parties or having what typically qualifies as fun, but I’m having the best time of my life.

I moved to a serene environment where I hear my own steps as I walk in the mornings. I read. I write. I make my own meals. I focus. I reflect. I think. I really think.

I observe. I observe me, I observe nature, I hear the birds, I wave at the kids, I greet the elders, I notice existence.

Yes I still get lost scrolling on Instagram or checking my Twitter notifications. I am probably checking how many comments this post as gotten by the time you are reading it. I'm still vain like all of us. And still thrown back and forth in the hustle and bustle of our fast-moving lives.

But I now retreat. I now go back somewhere, often, to some state where I am sane. And I do so more often than I used to.

This new space doesn’t always mean peace and joy. Sometimes it’s pain and truth that hurts. But still it’s the best life I have known. So far.