B E I N G H U M A N

this week I have been. And yes, I mean that. The context of that sentence is correct. I am BEING…

Human BEings, yet we have forgotten what is meant to just BE.

The moment occurred when I was walking towards the library, coffee in hand, no headphones ( a rare moment for me) and just watching the trains go passed me, shipping people from one end to another. I was BEing. No more or less. Yet, this moment didn’t bring me a euphoric moment of pleasure nor did it scare or frighten me. It just WAS. But unlike other moments, I was incredibility aware I was just BEing. It was that feeling of I didn’t need to be more or less that this moment, the lightness and carefree feeing was new to me. It hit me that I sometimes put pressure to indulge in every moment that actually it can really strain and force momebtms of pleasure- because you feel you ought to be happy. Or ought to be mindful. Or ought to be conscious/ aware of my feelings. My feelings were considered for once. I wasn’t a feeling or emotion. I was a BEING. I BE in the moment, but the moment didn’t cause anything for me. Which (as a result) did make me feel calm, but more than calm, it was just a sense of immersing in the moment, I was PART of the moment.

I think as someone who is very aware of their feelings and emotions (constantly regulating and checking in with myself) to have a second of just BEING, the body without the brain made me feel even more human again. Emotional exhaustion is very much a a symptom of having GOOD mental health. I like knowing how I feel and why i feel something, but every now and again, I just want to switch off. Hard said than done, when for a very long time I’ve been working on reading my signs and signals for the emotions I create. Just because you’re someone in touch with your emotions doesn’t not make you human, IT MAKES YOU SUPER HUMAN. Even super heros need a day of rest. That was this moment. I became less fixed of how I felt and become a BEing again.