I’ve written about this ongoing journey of mine on a number of occasions and I often feel the need to utilize repetition lest I forget. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror, studying myself with a piercing gaze as I recite…
“What I do for a living isn’t what I am supposed to do with my life”
I have no illusions about my contradictions, shortcomings and the overall realization that I have a long way to go before I can truly embrace the realization of truly being a decent human being.
I know what I aspire to be and in doing that, I can’t help but to be cognizant of what the long, winding that must be navigated before I can achieve lasting unity with this glorious aspiration.
To matter, to be impactful, to leave the world in a better place that I found it in… This is the goal, a lofty one indeed, but with people living much longer lives, I figure that I have a lot of time to figure it out (eventually) and make course corrections as they become necessary.
Ideally this is a ritual that takes place on a daily basis, where we cleanse ourselves of the grime and funk that has accumulated over the course of the day. I’m inclined to believe that bathing is something that takes place on a higher level, but it is easy to overlook that which isn’t obvious. Especially when we can take a pill for whatever ails us.
As for me… I bathe in the glow of the solace point…
Hearing nothing but the whispers of what is…
The rushing of the water besides me, the wind whipping past my face contributes to the loosening of the burdens that were paralyzing forces just moments ago… And it is a high like no other.
Suddenly, the enormity of the task at hand isn’t so daunting.
Thank you…. Some of the dumping grounds for my burdens.
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