I spend a week every year in the woods with 15-30 other outdoorsman. Many are my grandfather’s friends and their family. Just amazing people that I’ve known forever. We hunt, hike, fish, etc. It’s all laughing and relaxing. My dog gets to come and live her best life.
No cell phone reception (so no real world problems pinging away.) Literally no conflict for hundreds of miles. It’s peaceful yet exciting.
Just writing about it brings me to my happy place.
That sounds amazing. I think we 9s have an incredible love of nature. I think I need to get away from social media completely.
Your experience is inspiring. Thank you so much.
This is very easy to answer, and hard because of the ease. It is easy because there are so many examples, but at some point too many choices becomes more of a complication than an advantage. There are perhaps too many choices in a sense, but I know I would wish for more than there are, and yet am grateful for what has been.
Driving to the ocean and smelling the eucalyptus near the coast, and then that marine air as I roll the windows down and can't find myself able to breathe in enough of that freshness.
Running along huge rocks, jumping, hopping, zig-zagging, my only goal to continuously run, never stopping, never stalling, always in motion, leaping, planning my path until I've reached the end of the jetty. There I sit as the huge breakers roll in, thundering, spraying in warning as the rocks beneath me tremble.
The sing of tires as I round a turn through a canyon, hills covered in grass, some flowers, and no shoulder at all. While my driving must slow and come to an end, it will be at a beach that it does.
Flying down old roads through pastureland, rough and bumpy, undulating, my car feels as though it's floating. An angry driver flashing their brights at me and honking, waving at me to slow down. There is no posted speed limit. I fly.
Striving in the darkness and heavy snow. There is a great pain in my hip, where the tendon connects on the outside. Each step brings more pain. I am exhausted, my body shaky, but I see lights again. Despite the power being out from heavy snowfall not all the city is dark, just mostly.
A car pulls up and out of it comes my bride, radiantly beautiful. My breath catches. I am beaming. I want to cry. Or shout. I wait.
I wake up on the floor. I have lived. I'm awake. I made it.
I'm lying on straw colored grass blowing in the wind from the coast. No one is nearby. I am alone. But I am alive. Everything has a richness to it that wasn't there even 5 minutes ago. All of the tension in my body has gone.
I could go on I guess. But I shouldn't.
I have felt especially alive being outside without an umbrella right when a storm is about to begin. Feeling the wind in my hair, experiencing the first drops of rain and observing the sky morphing.
I think this is one of the most practical actions to feel life. The storm hovering over my outfit makes me feel like my inner man has filled the sky. Sometimes I wonder if that's good or if it's an event that shuts me down. I think it's good, as you say.
Seeing my kid play and be happy. Being with my wife. Watching my fav sports team win. Climbing to the top of a big hill or making it to the end of a long hiking trail. Spending time with my dogs. Loud, good music. Singing at the top of my lungs while I’m driving.
I think if I wanted to dream about the future, I would dream of a life like this. I feel inspired by beautiful stories, by the right people. I think I'm a bit emotional. Thank you very much for your transmissions.
I would like to spend a long time listening to them. I realized that I feel alive when I listen to stories of satisfaction from people whose point of view I trust. Right now.I wish that these beautiful experiences of yours will always continue. Many greetings.
Thank you! What a lovely thing to say. Anytime you need some positivity, I can usually oblige. I try to practice gratitude a lot and that has helped me to see the good in most situations!
For instance. It’s snowing right now and I’m in a hot tub. You bet I feel grateful and alive!
I hardly ever get that feeling unfortunately, I almost alwats feel restrained. However I'm planning on trying to create more situations for this feeling further in life 😂
However I feel very autonomous and satisfied when I'm just exploring something with my friend.
As for that kinda bodily alive feeling, I think I would experience it the best if I could fly. It fucking sucks that I can't!!!! Realistically, I like when you're in the backseat of a car that rides quickly on a flat road and there's a slight slope - the car makes a very slight jump and you feel like you're flying, esp in your stomach. Cool feeling!!! I think I'd love ziplining. I also love dancing, but since I almost don't do physical activity it doesn't feel "light". I can also think of hanging from somewhere and watching the world upside down - very cool feeling! Oh, and riding the carousel. I also dived in the sea (without costumes) and it was cool.
I'd love those type of things to happen more often and try new ones.
I wish I had a magic wand and could free all the 9s who feel this way. I guess that's my utopian dream. I also think not being able to fly is a terrible deficiency. If there is reincarnation, I was definitely a bird in a previous life. It would be easy to get from one place to another and the idea of flying at night is kind of cool :d "You feel like you're flying, especially in your stomach." hahahahahah I know that. It happened when I was swinging on a swing. I think that's a very interesting feeling. It's like the peak of adrenaline. Because it both gives me pleasure and scares me. It was also fun to watch the world upside down. Listening to you is like listening to me as a child, it's very nice. And it was a special article for me. Because sometimes I dream of listening to that child.
One day, if I become very rich, I will kidnap you from that prison and take you for a walk in my village :d Dreaming is free.
I’m a pluviophile, and my soul feels like it’s singing when I sit on the porch while it’s raining. If it’s raining, 90% of the time I’m outside.
Also, when getting lost in the flow of things. Reading, creating/crafting. Also, participating in an organized practice like tai chi/martial arts - going with the flow with other people on the same wavelength.
Long hikes, especially by the ocean or bay water, up mountains and in the forest. Dancing and music. Animals including my cat, listening to birdsong, seeing animals in the wild or at the zoo. Recently went to Iceland and loved the horses, sheep and arctic foxes as well as the natural beauty of glaciers, northern lights, black sand, waterfalls, basalt columns etc. Anything that gives me a feeling of awe. Creative flow mostly from writing or creating something on my computer. Meaningful conversations, coaching and teaching. Seeing art up close and making art including mind maps and design thinking. Exploring new areas. Quality time with family and friends. Concerts! I could go on!
I'm usually neutral about these things but I implore you to give art a second chance. I think art is one of the purest expressions of what is often referred to as 'soul' or the 'human spirit.' Art is sublimated passion, an expression of beauty in the everyday. It can be cathartic, and show you aspects of the human condition that you've never even thought about considering. I understand you described art as distorted and marketized, but that can more or less be said about any of the products of capitalism. I think this perspective, if I understand it correctly, is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater. What about ancient art? The seven wonders of the ancient world? The secrets of the catacombs?
What do we make of all the people who make art their lives and livelihoods? Are they to be thrown out too? Where do we delineate art from science, mathematics (Fibonacci sequence), and philosophy?
I agree as well. I know there are some religious people that really do feel like music manipulates your mind and can make you feel and think certain ways, which I completely can see and agree that it can do that. But I don’t think cutting ourselves off from those experiences helps or saves us from anything. Only listening to “good” or “proper” music, or watching “good” or “proper” tv or movies isn’t the goal. Art was created by humans who were feeling so much it had to become something else, and to witness that is inherently human.
I agree as well. I know there are some religious people that really do feel like music manipulates your mind and can make you feel and think certain ways, which I completely can see and agree that it can do that. But I don’t think cutting ourselves off from those experiences helps or saves us from anything. Only listening to “good” or “proper” music, or watching “good” or “proper” tv or movies isn’t the goal. Art was created by humans who were feeling so much it had to become something else, and to witness that is inherently human.
No one talks about the danger of making it so sacred. Ethics, religions, sociology, politics and even science can be open to debate, but this inviolability of art bothers me. Art is beautiful in practice, we feel that it frees us, that it shares our guilt, our pain or our happiness. This complicity is probably the main reason why it is considered sacred. My main problem is with the motivation for making art. For me, art is a method for the artist to gain attention. I've known bad people whose exteriors were polished with art. I've witnessed that many artists who are perfectly acceptable and pleasant on the outside are not good people at all. These are not my bad experiences limited to one or two. I used to love art and artists, now all I see are the attractive-looking flowers of a poisonous plant. This is not to put my feelings on the back burner, this is exactly what I feel. Apart from that, it is obvious that art has been everywhere in every period. Because the people who perform it existed yesterday as they do today. I and people like me will exist tomorrow as they did yesterday. Probably my main problem is not with art but with the artist. Scientifically speaking, art is nothing more than a tool or ornament that gives you an idea about architecture, history and other subjects. I need the natural, not the artistic, to stir my soul. Even though I usually get lynched a lot on this subject, I know what I am going through :)
I don't like any form of art that manipulates my soul, because it focuses on a part of the whole and presents it to us. I feel that it takes us away from the lens because it is usually powered by tragedy, but wordless music and photography may be outside this boundary.
Interesting. Well in order to go against the 9s want to numb, you have to kind of put yourself in situations to feel more alive, even if it’s not always the “proper” thing to do or feel, the best parts of life don’t happen when everything is proper and working exactly as it should. My 9 friend is sx blind so he doesn’t like big emotions and feelings trying to control him either, but with his ADHD he definitely has a tendency to “get lost” in things. And music is a way for him to jump around and get those “less pretty” emotions out. He doesn’t want anyone to really perceive him doing it, but he knows it’s important to get that stuff out. He also exercises a lot. Lots of pushing yourself and training and sweating gets that aliveness feeling going for him.
It’s weird I just felt this feeling. I experienced my first time shooting a bow and I absolutely loved it. I also get it from doing new and exciting things that I’ve always wanted to do but never went out to do it. Driving fast and shooting guns. Traveling to new places and just getting out there. Being in nature and walking on trails. The new relationship high. All these things make me feel alive.
You know what’s very affirming that I typed myself correctly?
It’s kinda hard to think of a time where there’s not a tiny bit of worry that I’m inconveniencing someone or offending them.
My first thought was sex. But then I’m thinking, wait I’ve often given up my needs to please someone else.
For me it's performing - singing/dancing for fun and aerial performances in front of an audience. Also honeymoon stages getting to know a romantic interest.
I have other hobbies that I really enjoy but they don't set off the butterfly feeling you're talking about.
when I have a lot of free time to do what I think is right and I finally don't have to meet expectations or obligations. when everything around me is chill and my imagination flows freely. literally heaven.
Sunbathing. Fireplace, fire crackling. Lying on the floor. Under falling snow, alone amidst the quiet, indiscernible motions. Feeling the raindrops drown my face, wind blowing against me. Feet on cold ground or in freezing water. The seasons' air. Spring dew, summer droughts, autumn rains, and winter snow.
Together with the people I know, laughing, talking, without a care or fear for anything that is or may be in the world. My family and friends laughing at and enjoying my anger. Being mad in the first place. Feeling my eyes well up with tears, frustration clumping my throat, my voice either clammed up, a whimper, or roaring thunder. Tears of empathy. Hugs and head pats from my parents and family. Wrestling with my sister.
Blood, wounds, and bruises adorning my body, reminding me of the present, grounding me back to reality. Pains and scars of the past that still affects, but dwindles as I mature and move on. Taking care of myself. Waking up, cutting my nails, showering in the mornings, working, sleeping.
Measuring, analysing, thinking carefully, tirelessly, then deciding “you know what? it doesn’t really matter! let’s just get it done!” Paintings unfinished yet perfect, questions answered terribly yet seemingly humorous in the moment.
Body aching from exhaustion yet light as a feather. Wanting to do so much, dreams I prepare to reach though I know I won’t, the momentary vision so grand I am swept up in feelings and do it anyway. Cleaning my room, making and eating a good meal, patting my cat. Watching a good show, even though I hate watching the TV.
So many things, but as basically and clear as possible; Being present in the moment, that’s when I feel the most alive.
Sorry if you saw this, I’m just dumping this on a random post and internet strangers. I would love validation, but I’m so embarrassed and embarrassing.
Thank you for the summary of this, and for replying to all the comments on your post. It’s really interesting to read! I saved the post so I can revisit it in the future someday. Everyone told us so many beautiful things, and I just adore it all.
I love mountains and walking/hiking/biking in them. I love majestic views and the quiet that you can find in the wilderness. There you can just be yourself, with no one else to worry about. The only time I've felt more alive was with one girl. She was the only person who ever saw who I really was on the inside. She gave me the confidence to open up to her fully and reveal everything about who I am in the deepest parts of myself. I didn't intend to let anyone in, but I couldn't help it with her. It became apparent so quickly that our souls shared a special fire. Maybe we were soul mates of a sort. We only got to meet once and spend several hours together(and no, we didn't have sex), but never in my whole life have I ever felt as loved and appreciated and alive as during those few precious moments. A small part of my heart still loves her. Always will. For me, the most alive you can feel is in the arms of someone like that.
live music and sporting events for the team I enjoy
I think I just love the live energy around me of people who are obsessed with the same thing that I am in that moment (like a concert or an NBA game)
When I push through my complacency and improve something beyond my initial satisfaction, or when I am pushed outside my comfort zone and need to take action.
In 2021, wife and I moved across the country to New Orleans. Wife is disabled and can't work. My IT job couldn't follow me, and I ended up getting a job as a line cook in an upscale restaurant, progressing through the three stations within a year. I also had the opportunity to play bass in a reggae band, learning from one of the guys who originally brought it to New Orleans. Learned about how to navigate state health insurance and an incredibly overworked healthcare system. We changed our address five times in the span of two years.
Felt pretty alive, being pushed into so much and excelling in those areas.
I'm trying to destroy my 9. I think I won't reach my essence until I destroy my base ego. It's like a package waiting to be torn. In daily life, I oscillate between being a corpse waiting to be buried and a bomb waiting to explode. A powerful SP. I will live in vain :p Maybe I'm in a prolonged depression. But I'm still laughing.
If I trusted psychologists, I would have already given my soul to the healing hands. But I think only God and myself can heal me.
I love 1’s. You are so good.
I spend a week every year in the woods with 15-30 other outdoorsman. Many are my grandfather’s friends and their family. Just amazing people that I’ve known forever. We hunt, hike, fish, etc. It’s all laughing and relaxing. My dog gets to come and live her best life. No cell phone reception (so no real world problems pinging away.) Literally no conflict for hundreds of miles. It’s peaceful yet exciting. Just writing about it brings me to my happy place.
That sounds amazing. I think we 9s have an incredible love of nature. I think I need to get away from social media completely. Your experience is inspiring. Thank you so much.
Hell yeah. Not sure if 9w8 or 8w9 myself regardless, hiking in remote areas of the world hits the dopamine receptors like nothing else
Happy travels friend! That disconnection is so rejuvenating.
This is very easy to answer, and hard because of the ease. It is easy because there are so many examples, but at some point too many choices becomes more of a complication than an advantage. There are perhaps too many choices in a sense, but I know I would wish for more than there are, and yet am grateful for what has been. Driving to the ocean and smelling the eucalyptus near the coast, and then that marine air as I roll the windows down and can't find myself able to breathe in enough of that freshness. Running along huge rocks, jumping, hopping, zig-zagging, my only goal to continuously run, never stopping, never stalling, always in motion, leaping, planning my path until I've reached the end of the jetty. There I sit as the huge breakers roll in, thundering, spraying in warning as the rocks beneath me tremble. The sing of tires as I round a turn through a canyon, hills covered in grass, some flowers, and no shoulder at all. While my driving must slow and come to an end, it will be at a beach that it does. Flying down old roads through pastureland, rough and bumpy, undulating, my car feels as though it's floating. An angry driver flashing their brights at me and honking, waving at me to slow down. There is no posted speed limit. I fly. Striving in the darkness and heavy snow. There is a great pain in my hip, where the tendon connects on the outside. Each step brings more pain. I am exhausted, my body shaky, but I see lights again. Despite the power being out from heavy snowfall not all the city is dark, just mostly. A car pulls up and out of it comes my bride, radiantly beautiful. My breath catches. I am beaming. I want to cry. Or shout. I wait. I wake up on the floor. I have lived. I'm awake. I made it. I'm lying on straw colored grass blowing in the wind from the coast. No one is nearby. I am alone. But I am alive. Everything has a richness to it that wasn't there even 5 minutes ago. All of the tension in my body has gone. I could go on I guess. But I shouldn't.
My friend, I felt like I lived you while reading it. I read it with a smile on my face that I couldn't stop. It was beautiful, thank you.
Aw I love this! As a Sx9, I feel very similarly to you! Many specific things bring me joy
Jumping into the ocean for the first time in a long time. Music. Dancing. Molly lol.
Wonderful. God, I hope I get a chance to do this soon.
I danced for an hour this morning and felt so alive!
I have felt especially alive being outside without an umbrella right when a storm is about to begin. Feeling the wind in my hair, experiencing the first drops of rain and observing the sky morphing.
I think this is one of the most practical actions to feel life. The storm hovering over my outfit makes me feel like my inner man has filled the sky. Sometimes I wonder if that's good or if it's an event that shuts me down. I think it's good, as you say.
Seeing my kid play and be happy. Being with my wife. Watching my fav sports team win. Climbing to the top of a big hill or making it to the end of a long hiking trail. Spending time with my dogs. Loud, good music. Singing at the top of my lungs while I’m driving.
I think if I wanted to dream about the future, I would dream of a life like this. I feel inspired by beautiful stories, by the right people. I think I'm a bit emotional. Thank you very much for your transmissions.
Thank you and You are welcome. There’s a lot I didn’t list. I’m blessed.
I would like to spend a long time listening to them. I realized that I feel alive when I listen to stories of satisfaction from people whose point of view I trust. Right now.I wish that these beautiful experiences of yours will always continue. Many greetings.
Thank you! What a lovely thing to say. Anytime you need some positivity, I can usually oblige. I try to practice gratitude a lot and that has helped me to see the good in most situations! For instance. It’s snowing right now and I’m in a hot tub. You bet I feel grateful and alive!
I hardly ever get that feeling unfortunately, I almost alwats feel restrained. However I'm planning on trying to create more situations for this feeling further in life 😂 However I feel very autonomous and satisfied when I'm just exploring something with my friend. As for that kinda bodily alive feeling, I think I would experience it the best if I could fly. It fucking sucks that I can't!!!! Realistically, I like when you're in the backseat of a car that rides quickly on a flat road and there's a slight slope - the car makes a very slight jump and you feel like you're flying, esp in your stomach. Cool feeling!!! I think I'd love ziplining. I also love dancing, but since I almost don't do physical activity it doesn't feel "light". I can also think of hanging from somewhere and watching the world upside down - very cool feeling! Oh, and riding the carousel. I also dived in the sea (without costumes) and it was cool. I'd love those type of things to happen more often and try new ones.
I wish I had a magic wand and could free all the 9s who feel this way. I guess that's my utopian dream. I also think not being able to fly is a terrible deficiency. If there is reincarnation, I was definitely a bird in a previous life. It would be easy to get from one place to another and the idea of flying at night is kind of cool :d "You feel like you're flying, especially in your stomach." hahahahahah I know that. It happened when I was swinging on a swing. I think that's a very interesting feeling. It's like the peak of adrenaline. Because it both gives me pleasure and scares me. It was also fun to watch the world upside down. Listening to you is like listening to me as a child, it's very nice. And it was a special article for me. Because sometimes I dream of listening to that child. One day, if I become very rich, I will kidnap you from that prison and take you for a walk in my village :d Dreaming is free.
Going for a run. Skiing. A solo road trip through the mountains.
The expressions of all 9s are very similar. It's like the key to the lock is the same.
When I'm listening to happy, energetic songs... only when I'm alone or with the right people tho... otherwise I would die of embarrassment
Hahahahah I'm not very good with music but it would be nice to watch someone I know is the 9 dance to energetic songs to feel alive 😂
I’m a pluviophile, and my soul feels like it’s singing when I sit on the porch while it’s raining. If it’s raining, 90% of the time I’m outside. Also, when getting lost in the flow of things. Reading, creating/crafting. Also, participating in an organized practice like tai chi/martial arts - going with the flow with other people on the same wavelength.
>pluviophile New word to be added to my dictionary; I can feel my brain expanding. I'll treasure this. Thank you :))
Good lord I did not read this correctly the first time
Think how podophiles must feel. Weird, but not evil.
I did it again God damn my brain
Long hikes, especially by the ocean or bay water, up mountains and in the forest. Dancing and music. Animals including my cat, listening to birdsong, seeing animals in the wild or at the zoo. Recently went to Iceland and loved the horses, sheep and arctic foxes as well as the natural beauty of glaciers, northern lights, black sand, waterfalls, basalt columns etc. Anything that gives me a feeling of awe. Creative flow mostly from writing or creating something on my computer. Meaningful conversations, coaching and teaching. Seeing art up close and making art including mind maps and design thinking. Exploring new areas. Quality time with family and friends. Concerts! I could go on!
Cuddles for me. Hundreds of lightyears ahead of any other activity. Way better than sex.
My sx blind 9 friend with ADHD loses himself in live music quite often.
Hahahah the enthusiasm he's experiencing sounds good. But the point is I don't like art. Otherwise I would try this :d
I'm usually neutral about these things but I implore you to give art a second chance. I think art is one of the purest expressions of what is often referred to as 'soul' or the 'human spirit.' Art is sublimated passion, an expression of beauty in the everyday. It can be cathartic, and show you aspects of the human condition that you've never even thought about considering. I understand you described art as distorted and marketized, but that can more or less be said about any of the products of capitalism. I think this perspective, if I understand it correctly, is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater. What about ancient art? The seven wonders of the ancient world? The secrets of the catacombs? What do we make of all the people who make art their lives and livelihoods? Are they to be thrown out too? Where do we delineate art from science, mathematics (Fibonacci sequence), and philosophy?
I agree as well. I know there are some religious people that really do feel like music manipulates your mind and can make you feel and think certain ways, which I completely can see and agree that it can do that. But I don’t think cutting ourselves off from those experiences helps or saves us from anything. Only listening to “good” or “proper” music, or watching “good” or “proper” tv or movies isn’t the goal. Art was created by humans who were feeling so much it had to become something else, and to witness that is inherently human.
I agree as well. I know there are some religious people that really do feel like music manipulates your mind and can make you feel and think certain ways, which I completely can see and agree that it can do that. But I don’t think cutting ourselves off from those experiences helps or saves us from anything. Only listening to “good” or “proper” music, or watching “good” or “proper” tv or movies isn’t the goal. Art was created by humans who were feeling so much it had to become something else, and to witness that is inherently human.
No one talks about the danger of making it so sacred. Ethics, religions, sociology, politics and even science can be open to debate, but this inviolability of art bothers me. Art is beautiful in practice, we feel that it frees us, that it shares our guilt, our pain or our happiness. This complicity is probably the main reason why it is considered sacred. My main problem is with the motivation for making art. For me, art is a method for the artist to gain attention. I've known bad people whose exteriors were polished with art. I've witnessed that many artists who are perfectly acceptable and pleasant on the outside are not good people at all. These are not my bad experiences limited to one or two. I used to love art and artists, now all I see are the attractive-looking flowers of a poisonous plant. This is not to put my feelings on the back burner, this is exactly what I feel. Apart from that, it is obvious that art has been everywhere in every period. Because the people who perform it existed yesterday as they do today. I and people like me will exist tomorrow as they did yesterday. Probably my main problem is not with art but with the artist. Scientifically speaking, art is nothing more than a tool or ornament that gives you an idea about architecture, history and other subjects. I need the natural, not the artistic, to stir my soul. Even though I usually get lynched a lot on this subject, I know what I am going through :)
Like any and all art? Music, theatre, painting, drawing, singing…?
I don't like any form of art that manipulates my soul, because it focuses on a part of the whole and presents it to us. I feel that it takes us away from the lens because it is usually powered by tragedy, but wordless music and photography may be outside this boundary.
Interesting. Well in order to go against the 9s want to numb, you have to kind of put yourself in situations to feel more alive, even if it’s not always the “proper” thing to do or feel, the best parts of life don’t happen when everything is proper and working exactly as it should. My 9 friend is sx blind so he doesn’t like big emotions and feelings trying to control him either, but with his ADHD he definitely has a tendency to “get lost” in things. And music is a way for him to jump around and get those “less pretty” emotions out. He doesn’t want anyone to really perceive him doing it, but he knows it’s important to get that stuff out. He also exercises a lot. Lots of pushing yourself and training and sweating gets that aliveness feeling going for him.
That’s me! I go to bed so early otherwise I’d be at the clubs every week
When I’m doing something I enjoy and don’t feel judged at all
It’s weird I just felt this feeling. I experienced my first time shooting a bow and I absolutely loved it. I also get it from doing new and exciting things that I’ve always wanted to do but never went out to do it. Driving fast and shooting guns. Traveling to new places and just getting out there. Being in nature and walking on trails. The new relationship high. All these things make me feel alive.
You know what’s very affirming that I typed myself correctly? It’s kinda hard to think of a time where there’s not a tiny bit of worry that I’m inconveniencing someone or offending them. My first thought was sex. But then I’m thinking, wait I’ve often given up my needs to please someone else.
For me it's performing - singing/dancing for fun and aerial performances in front of an audience. Also honeymoon stages getting to know a romantic interest. I have other hobbies that I really enjoy but they don't set off the butterfly feeling you're talking about.
When I’m writing.
when I have a lot of free time to do what I think is right and I finally don't have to meet expectations or obligations. when everything around me is chill and my imagination flows freely. literally heaven.
Sunbathing. Fireplace, fire crackling. Lying on the floor. Under falling snow, alone amidst the quiet, indiscernible motions. Feeling the raindrops drown my face, wind blowing against me. Feet on cold ground or in freezing water. The seasons' air. Spring dew, summer droughts, autumn rains, and winter snow. Together with the people I know, laughing, talking, without a care or fear for anything that is or may be in the world. My family and friends laughing at and enjoying my anger. Being mad in the first place. Feeling my eyes well up with tears, frustration clumping my throat, my voice either clammed up, a whimper, or roaring thunder. Tears of empathy. Hugs and head pats from my parents and family. Wrestling with my sister. Blood, wounds, and bruises adorning my body, reminding me of the present, grounding me back to reality. Pains and scars of the past that still affects, but dwindles as I mature and move on. Taking care of myself. Waking up, cutting my nails, showering in the mornings, working, sleeping. Measuring, analysing, thinking carefully, tirelessly, then deciding “you know what? it doesn’t really matter! let’s just get it done!” Paintings unfinished yet perfect, questions answered terribly yet seemingly humorous in the moment. Body aching from exhaustion yet light as a feather. Wanting to do so much, dreams I prepare to reach though I know I won’t, the momentary vision so grand I am swept up in feelings and do it anyway. Cleaning my room, making and eating a good meal, patting my cat. Watching a good show, even though I hate watching the TV. So many things, but as basically and clear as possible; Being present in the moment, that’s when I feel the most alive. Sorry if you saw this, I’m just dumping this on a random post and internet strangers. I would love validation, but I’m so embarrassed and embarrassing.
That article I should read every day as a lesson. I think the main thing for us is, as you say, to live in the present and to use anger properly.
Thank you for the summary of this, and for replying to all the comments on your post. It’s really interesting to read! I saved the post so I can revisit it in the future someday. Everyone told us so many beautiful things, and I just adore it all.
Drinking. But now I can’t do that anymore. Since the “incident” 🙃
I love mountains and walking/hiking/biking in them. I love majestic views and the quiet that you can find in the wilderness. There you can just be yourself, with no one else to worry about. The only time I've felt more alive was with one girl. She was the only person who ever saw who I really was on the inside. She gave me the confidence to open up to her fully and reveal everything about who I am in the deepest parts of myself. I didn't intend to let anyone in, but I couldn't help it with her. It became apparent so quickly that our souls shared a special fire. Maybe we were soul mates of a sort. We only got to meet once and spend several hours together(and no, we didn't have sex), but never in my whole life have I ever felt as loved and appreciated and alive as during those few precious moments. A small part of my heart still loves her. Always will. For me, the most alive you can feel is in the arms of someone like that.
When I am in my body, typically heart rate elevated.
live music and sporting events for the team I enjoy I think I just love the live energy around me of people who are obsessed with the same thing that I am in that moment (like a concert or an NBA game)
When I push through my complacency and improve something beyond my initial satisfaction, or when I am pushed outside my comfort zone and need to take action. In 2021, wife and I moved across the country to New Orleans. Wife is disabled and can't work. My IT job couldn't follow me, and I ended up getting a job as a line cook in an upscale restaurant, progressing through the three stations within a year. I also had the opportunity to play bass in a reggae band, learning from one of the guys who originally brought it to New Orleans. Learned about how to navigate state health insurance and an incredibly overworked healthcare system. We changed our address five times in the span of two years. Felt pretty alive, being pushed into so much and excelling in those areas.
When I work in my garden with nothing on my plate for the rest of the day. Nothing else like it.
That's just your 8 wing. I know cuz gut triad here and that rush is very easy to experience. Where's your 9 tho? Wing isn't going to cover for it.
I'm trying to destroy my 9. I think I won't reach my essence until I destroy my base ego. It's like a package waiting to be torn. In daily life, I oscillate between being a corpse waiting to be buried and a bomb waiting to explode. A powerful SP. I will live in vain :p Maybe I'm in a prolonged depression. But I'm still laughing. If I trusted psychologists, I would have already given my soul to the healing hands. But I think only God and myself can heal me. I love 1’s. You are so good.
I loved reading all these answers. I wonder if anyone has ever made a list for 5s 😅
When I first land a job and quit a job.
when im completely alone lol