I walk out of yoga class and put my mat and water bottle in my bike bag and pause there, looking at the pier. I feel amazing, inside and out. I am living the life. I am living a dream life. I think, well anyone living here would be in heaven, of course. But, is that true? I mean obviously I am not the only one living in this neighborhood. I am not the only person living in my building right on the beach. Are they all this happy? Do they all stop themselves from pinching their cheeks to see if this is real? Do they all feel like they are living in a dream? Life is what you make it. I make it heaven.
The mind is it's own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven.