It’s not something you can pretend to do or be. It’s a practice. It’s a regimen. It’s falling, standing, dealing with emotional or spiritual invaders and the endless this-and-that of all this.
Tag: perspective
Sometimes the absurdity of this place is laughable. Our ritualistic relationship to money, our spiritual enslavement to our emotions, our escapist philosophies. . .
This day will pass, whether you dreamed a little dream, drew up a plan, took a baby step toward a goal, did what you loved to do, spent time with whom you wanted to, followed through on those tiny impulses, built something with your hands, started into a new book from the thrift store, sang your own beautiful song…
There’s such an immense pressure we put upon ourselves in our culture to “do great things” with our lives. I think we almost always miss the point entirely. It’s an contrast between materialism and what really matters.
When you love someone, do you require them to behave in a way you prefer, or would you rather they were their authentic self, warts and all?