Surfing on Quantum Foam

I’m the wave, the board, the rider, the photographer, and the observer experiencing itself as a whole. That’s surfing on Quantum Foam!

Floating around seems to be the norm. No wonder everyone feels like they have it all and yet nothing at all. It was almost midnight and the streets were icy wet. I had been searching for the right space to unroll my creativity- an environment vibrating at just the right frequency. I know it when I feel it. Downtown was not it, so I hopped over to another dimension.

Then someone casually asked, “How do you feel about how you’re feeling?” and it sparked an implosion within me. How do I feel about how I feel about how I am feeling? Holy shit—this could go on forever! What’s the point? Am I meant to wander through life unearthing every emotion and circumstance to decipher what sustains them? What is the feeling behind the feeling?

Yet, in avoiding this introspection, I realize I hinder my own creativity. There I was at the bar, buying a shot for a girl with a mullet—just so I could see her get “white girl wasted” for my own amusement. And I did! On the drive home, I thought to myself, “Gosh, that was truly an evil thing to do.” I had perpetuated a cycle of self-inflicted harm under the guise of social lubrication, a cycle that I enthusiastically participated in for a long time, and now choose not to.

Ok!

Don’t get me wrong; I adore the romance of a glass of whiskey and the sense of adventure that tequila ignites. But it’s all an illusion—one that hardly sustains the appearance of anything worthwhile, much like my ego.

How do I feel about all that? Why am I even pondering this trap? Am I not better than that? Was that just my ego, again? Do I keep going until I realize I'm not floating rather I’m surfing on the ocean of quantum foam? Diving into this meta-awareness somehow brings me peace. Go figure—finding that elusive inner calm, something that despite my best efforts, I’ve never quite unearthed in the young women I kept meeting on the dating apps.

And so what do I think about what I think? I embrace the chaos within. I love myself unconditionally, and I’m teeming with gratitude and excitement for the infinite power & possibility within me. Such a beautiful sentiment that I feel no need to share it with anyone and at the same time its beauty deserves to be witnessed by everyone. How do you live in infinite power and possibility? And, why is it so easy?