Cozy Jazz in the Rain
On a New York stoop
today is March 14,2026.
Listening to cozy jazz in the rain on a quiet New York street on YouTube with hair dye in my hair, in my Elvis bathroom thinking . Whats life for? I believe it’s for all the small moments. Like a quiet street in the rain, a moment that makes you feel alive. And what if that is all our life purpose? To just feel alive? Not to be rich or famous or worldly. But to just be alive.
My husband he feels alive when he is at the beach, I feel alive when I’m listening to jazz in the rain, my father in law feels alive when he plays golf. Maybe that is what life is for, to just be alive. When your alive you’re happy. Happiness isn’t a one size fits all. We all have to find our purpose. Maybe our purpose is just to be alive in the small moments where we feel happy.
May my children never chase money, fame, our worldly things. May my children chase after moments that make them feel alive. And remember that most moments that make us feel alive- are free.
I don’t think god would charge us to feel alive. It would be free small moments of bliss. May we all find that.
Xoxo Kallie Baby
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Kallieđź’— Baby
NO AI-THIS IS ME
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Integrity-doing the right thing when no one is looking.
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