One minute you’re riding your skateboard with friends at 2 a.m., feeling like the main character of a coming-of-age movie, and the next, you’re staring at the moon, wondering what kind of simulation we signed up for that gave us the perfect sun–moon dynamic. The divine masculine and feminine. God and the Universe. Yin and yang. Or, as I like to call it, cosmic couples therapy.

One minute you’re finally back on the hiking trail after months of injury, diving into a cold mountain lake like a reborn sea creature, and the next, you’re sitting on a hill, with hip pain from the walk uphill and lower back pain from your newly discovered herniated disc, realizing you’re not as indestructible as you thought just because you’re “young.”

One minute you’re dozing off in the car, half-delirious from three hours of sleep, and the next, you’re wide awake, staring out the window thinking, none of this looks real. The trees. The sky. The fact that we all just… exist. It’s almost suspicious.

I think I live for moments like that. The oxymorons. The sudden switches. The whiplash between “I am having 3D fun” and “life is a miracle, there is harmony, balance and mirroring in every situation, is this even real?”

Because maybe that’s the beauty of being human: one minute you’re vibing with the universe, and the next, you’re just vibing with gravity.