Van Life - Maurice Leavitt

Life is not something to master—it’s something to meet, moment by moment.
Not in some imagined future or perfected version of yourself, but in this exact situation, with your present state of mind.

Meditation, and any practice that softens the grip of ego, anchors us here—not to escape, but to see more clearly.
When we are truly present, we stop missing our lives.
Awareness becomes the practice.
And life itself, the path.

Love refuses to be pinned down.
It slips past our definitions, outgrows our neat explanations, and humbles our certainty.

It cannot be taught like a skill, yet it can be practiced—in the way we listen, in the way we stay, in the way we hold another’s joy or sorrow as if it were our own.

Love can feel like a warm hand or a sharp mirror. It can open us or undo us—often both in the same breath.

Perhaps love was never meant to be understood.
Perhaps it was meant to be lived—messily, fiercely, and without guarantees.