enlightenment

Sometimes,
I remember that, in a way, everything is fine just as it is.

I remembered while riding the bus home in the dark, at least half a year ago. An odd place to feel enlightened - I thought - on late night public transportation. The seed of doubt which found me in the middle of my sense of comfort in that time and place was knowing that, probably later, I would forget.

I hope to remember from time to time.