What is real?

Photo by Paperlens Photography

What is real?

For me, it’s the stillness of the forest.
My feet on the cool earth.
Stacking firewood, washing windows, harvesting tomatoes.
It’s the sensation of my body in motion.
The intensity of breathing.
The way the sky always changes its colors and shapes.
Waves of emotion and memories.
Laughing with a friend.
The warmth of my bed.
Raindrops on my skin.
The smell of books.
Pure joy just for being alive.

No one else can tell me what’s real.
I am free.
The louder the noise and distraction, the less I will pay attention.
Because the stars are out.
The owls are singing.
And I’m running barefoot through the grass.