Rain and other things.

I could always feel the rain before it came. I could feel it as the smell of the impending rain filled my soul. I could imagine that first rain drop fall while it was just a bit of vapor in the skies.

It's been so long since I first walked this piece of floating space dirt, and everything seems to have faded and lost its charm. The childlike wonder has slowly died... but for the rain. The rain. Of my earliest sense of wonder of the rain and as far back as I can remember not one iota of wonder seems to have faded away till this moment as these words come pouring out of my keyboard at 150 words a minute.

I guess, when it rains, the child lives and for a bit... everything seems to be filled with wonder again. 

mhmm. Let go? Why?

What if you let go of your ego? Would life be as much fun as it is today - with all its highs and lows? Would it be considered living if you walk the middle path all your life? Did Buddha die the day he discovered the answers to his questions? Can you feel without the other self? Isn't ego the same as the soul? bla bla bla.

The mind wanders and some questions are asked and forgotten. Some are noted down.