In this moment of quiet contentment whilst walking the upper carpark at work I realise I am in the most calm condition of my life.
I have achieved the truest state of the monkhood I sought long ago.
At almost 3:30 a.m., when the freeway traffic is at a minimum, sounding like ocean waves just over a sand dune, the cicadas and crickets dominate.
My thought set requires no external validation, the same every year at this time.
I know a few friends whom I will recognise on social media for their positive influence on me.
Other than that, my conscious self remains at rest.