Sometimes, I am blessed to feel as though i am living this life for the first time. Too often, it feels repeated, day to day, forgetting the moments, as if in a drunk stupor. Today felt like a breath every moment. Different shades of color from sky to street. Eyes wide open, no sleepy steps. It was not just another day. I wander the noisy chaotic streets. I walk, following an invisible energetic path that only an Indian street possess. The difficulties of my life fade, as I journey in unknown directions. The streets spin in visual confusion, but the people, long ago, are at peace. The past seems to approach the future. Is this path mine, am I being left behind, or am I moving too fast? Stillness seems to find me, and I am absorbed into the invisible energetic path of a calm chaos.