Imprint
Some things satisfy the body. Some things feed the soul. And every once in a while, if you are lucky, you experience something that reaches every part of you at the same time. Something deeply satisfying on every level. Meaningful and electric. Something that leaves you feeling lovingly touched and spiritually felt.
I have spent so much of my life believing I had to choose between the connection and the chemistry, the safety and the electricity, the peace and the passion, the body and the soul. I never really believed one experience could hold all of it at once.
Until it did.
There are moments in life that you enjoy and then move on from. Beautiful experiences that eventually become memories. And then there are the rare ones that leave an imprint. The ones that reach so deeply into you that you know, even while you are living them, that some part of you will carry them forever.I think that is what has changed me.
I know now what it feels like to be completely present and completely alive. To be touched in ways that have nothing to do with hands. To feel something so intensely in my body while somehow feeling it just as deeply in my heart. I didn't know how much I needed that, and I didn't know how much of me was still waiting to be reached.
But now I do.
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I know what it feels like to be deeply satisfied and still want more, not because something is missing, but because something is so meaningful that you don't want the moment to end. I know what it feels like to experience peace and electricity at the same time. I know what it feels like when the body, the heart, and the soul are all speaking the same language.
But maybe the most beautiful part of all is simply knowing it is real.
Not wondering if I imagined it. Not trying to convince myself that something was there. Not forcing meaning onto an empty moment because I needed it to mean something. Just knowing.
Knowing I felt it. I lived it. I experienced something real enough to leave an imprint on me.
I don't need to understand every part of it. I don't need to define it. I don't need to know where every road leads or what forever is supposed to look like.
And right now, I just feel gratitude. Gratitude for having felt it, for having lived it, and for being reminded that there were still parts of me waiting to come alive. Most of all, I feel gratitude for knowing it was real.
Because some experiences don't simply become part of your story. They change the person who is telling it.
And after that, you are never quite the same.
