There are days and moments when you realize and feel privileged about being able to walk, blink your eyes, feel tired, overhear sounds and so on. At least I feel. Yes, I do. It’s okay to feel. Feeling about feelings of one’s own or “others”. The feeling of “others” becomes one’s own. There is nothing wrong with feeling similar. There is nothing wrong when I observe and think. There are so many materialistic things through which you feel.
There is contact between the floor and your skin while walking bare feet. I touch the keyboard and my palms come in contact with a certain area on my machine and my fingertips come in contact with the keys on the machine (a part of my body touches a certain part of the machine). The words “to come in contact with” often are inclined towards the ‘bad’ touch. In the times of pandemic words have been institutionalized by us as well as institutions. To avoid contact with certain things, I come in contact with certain other things. We assume that those other things are safe for us.
There is by no means we can live without touch. Touch is something that we feel. Feeling comes after the touch or touch comes after the feeling of feeling? Touch could be seen as a part of feeling in itself. If breathing is a feeling then breathing itself involves touch. The particles from the air touch our nostrils. Breathing feels different. I might be tired breathing, overjoyed while breathing, thinking while breathing, eating while breathing and so on. There is a certain feeling that we feel. It’s okay to feel (I think I am repeating this for myself). At least I know I am breathing when I feel.