Gliding through the world

There's a feeling of relief, to still be alive, not that I am aware of any impending challenge, it's just majestic. And I am grateful for this breath, and this one, even though in most moments, I don't remember to be thankful. It is enough to be connected and to remember the connection from time to time.
Where else is there to go? Wherever you go, you are you. What else is there to do? Whatever you do, you are you. And so we glide through the world, imagining it all to be real.
Who else is there to be? For that's the question. To be what you do not know yourself to be, to become what you have not yet discovered, but dimly sense, to become unbecoming, to cease, to be.