Dreams and Whiskey

We spoke of dreams. Dreams of homes, adventures, and people. We laughed because we knew money is scarce, yet we sat in the kitchen feeling as if we had all the treasures the world has to offer us. As if hard work and time would give us all the pennies we need to go all the places we want to go.

We wrapped our fingers around glasses of whiskey and filled our hearts with endless possibilities. It was in this moment that I felt alive. I felt my heartbeat, I felt the inhale of air and heard the exhale. It was in this moment that I was fully living in the moment. My mind didn't run wild into the future we spoke of. I didn't have to lasso my thoughts, forcing them to stay.

I didn't wish for anything different. I didn't wish for anyone or anything to be added to this moment. 

No regrets of the past, no regrets of the present. I was just there.

I felt contentment for where I am in my life. I wasn't fantasizing of what needed to be different. I wasn't looking at my imperfections, creating ways to fix them. For once, everything felt as it should.

If I could wish one thing for my life, I'd wish for a life over flowing with these moments. Because these moments are filling and beautiful and what this here crazy life is all about.