Is this not enough, this blessed sip of life?

Strange, how we move our lives for another day. And strange how our lives are like waves, behaving as waves are want to: up and down. Cresting, falling, rising, breaking, crashing, receding to rise and crest again. Watching waves break on the beach minds me of how our own waves are influenced and affected by the waves of those we know and know of. It's a hard thing for me to encompass mentally, a hard thing to grasp and hold, catching only the briefest glimmers with that tickling sensation that it may be a profound metaphor for reality. Or it could easily just be drivel spewed by some internet junkie (me) for other junkies (you) to read as we all neglect the more important things we should be doing with our time. Like watching Simpsons reruns.

It's crazy how easy we get caught up in the normalcy and routine of our lives. How easy we waste eons just living and not really living. I am sometimes astounded at the strangeness that I and everything in the world actually exist. It's been like that for me since I was a young child, thinking about the weirdness that is our reality. We take so much for granted in our daily lives, we forget, overlook, and ignore so much. I'm not trying to get religious, philosophical, scientific or anything silly here. I'm just thinking and asking you to think on this, feel this. With all that's gone before, all history, and all that's yet to come, all future, right now you're alive. You're alive. Living. Experiencing. Isn't that crazy? It's a wonderful, beautiful thing. Simple. Complicated. Profound. Fabulous even.

I appreciate all of you who read these ramblings of mine, I know it may be painful and boring. You don't really have to, I do it more for self indulgence than anything. I'm just taken by a mood today to feel that I'm really alive and I wish everyone could feel that, or at least acknowledge it more than they regularly do. I feel Mr. Matthews captures it in his lyrics which I have borrowed to title this piece.
"Is this not enough, this blessed sip of life? Is it not enough staring down at the ground?"
That touches on it. But again, it's like the glimmer of the wave metaphor, hard to articulate in speech. Hard to comprehend verbally. Van Morrison gets a bit of the glimmer in one of his songs as well. If you'll indulge me further.
"Why can't it be that I who am
Wasn't before I was?
And that sometime I, the I, I am
No longer will be the I, I am?

I know this is all disjointed and may not make much sense to many people. It's just how I think. It doesn't always make much sense to me either, but then again it does. I know, I'm weird. So are you for reading this! Haha!