And so one day my perspective seemed to shift I saw the world in a new lense Not to be confused with the perplexity of rose colored glasses Perhaps, if you will, I began just looking at the scenery from a different angle With 28 years of a clenched jaw Nervous looks around the room Wondering what I was doing wrong Or whom I was or was not tipping over backwards for Under my belt It all deviated to another reality “It's going to take some time getting used to,” he said The steadier breaths And moving in a way that feels more placid Even finding more ordinary things captivating and delicate Than maybe I ever have before It's all very uncommon and extraordinary to me To slow down, laugh a bit more, and feel present I guess we could call it a case of the “f-its” But not in the apathetic demeanor Actually quite the opposite Somehow simultaneously caring deeply but remaining grounded within myself Surely, this will take time to get used to Even if it does not remain this way I wish you inspire myself to remember this period of time When I am living rather than surviving