Both of my ankles are hurt, I haven’t showered in 4 days, my palms are bloody, and I am freezing. I am sitting in the cold van, warmed by the rays of the dawning sun and the half-full cup of coffee in my hands. It is nearly unbelievable how joyful these plain comforts can be. Piercing the constant cold and usual discomfort, the bleaks of comfort appear heaven-like. My excitement and anticipation before every sip of coffee seems child-like. In fact, it is. The reason is – I am so dang grateful for that instant of surreal content and satisfaction. I am engulfed by state of what it seems like perfect clarity – a true understanding and love for everything in that blissful moment. That is the magic of a life free of the comforts we have chained ourselves with. A wild life of fully experienced and deeply felt moments – be that intense pain or subtle happiness.