Someone asked me today, as people often do. "How are you doing?"
For me, this has always been a hard question to answer.
Small talk is uncomfortable. My mind wanders. My heart wonders.
Not because "good" is a lie.
But because in my world - answers are usually a bunch of words, magically thrown together creating a response that makes me feel something.
A deeper exchange.
The truth. And the truth is...
I'm good, I'm bad. Beautiful things have happened as well as devastating.
But I've loved it all, every second of it. Because I'm alive. I'm feeling it.
The experience of living...
An action forgotten by many. An experience that can end at any moment.
How are you doing?
Right this second...how is your heart?