Live your own life
"We don't always know what makes us happy. We know, instead, what we think SHOULD. We are baffled and confused when our attempts at happiness fail...We are mute when it comes to naming accurately our own preferences, delights, gifts, talents. The voice of our original self is often muffled, overwhelmed, even strangled, by the voices of other people's expectations. The tongue of the original self is the language of the heart."
-- Julie Cameron
We are each unique beings with a unique path in life. If we wish to be fulfilled, we need to go to our own hearts for direction. We might regularly ask ourselves:
- "What do I really want to do?"
- "What brings me greatest happiness?"
- "How can I bring more of these into my life?"
Life wants us to go for what brings us most joy and meaning.
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. ...I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing."
-- Oriah Mountain Dreamer
"Let me listen to me and not to them."
-- Gertrude Stein
"What you must dare is to be yourself."
-- Dag Hammarskjold
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Time travel...
I was telling somebody I love that sometimes when I travel it is not the country of today I want to see. I realized I really just want to time travel.
I would really like to take one of those trips today. I want to check my Baggage at the door, get into the time machine and get out at my parent's house in the 1960's, go get my allowance of 50 cents and walk over to the Corner Store. I want to blow it all on a brown paper bag filled with sweet delights that will make me sick to my stomach.
I then want to time travel to my family's cabin at the lake, where the water was but a hop, skip and a jump from the door. I want to go out on the dock, untie the boat, jump into it, head it out into deep waters and hit the accelerator. I want to feel the wind in my hair and the sun on my face and I want to go exploring with the unchallenged joy of the child I was then.
I want to watch the seagulls drop from 25 feet in the air, free-falling into the lake with an eye to dinner.
I want to wade through the water looking for beautiful stones for my rock collection. I want to watch schools of minnows swim inches from my feet.
I want to sit on the beach in the evening, pushing my bare feet into the sand and try to keep the fire going while the wind crashes waves into the shore.
I want to go there now...to a place where life still held so much promise, still made sense and didn't hurt so damn much.
I would really like to take one of those trips today. I want to check my Baggage at the door, get into the time machine and get out at my parent's house in the 1960's, go get my allowance of 50 cents and walk over to the Corner Store. I want to blow it all on a brown paper bag filled with sweet delights that will make me sick to my stomach.
I then want to time travel to my family's cabin at the lake, where the water was but a hop, skip and a jump from the door. I want to go out on the dock, untie the boat, jump into it, head it out into deep waters and hit the accelerator. I want to feel the wind in my hair and the sun on my face and I want to go exploring with the unchallenged joy of the child I was then.
I want to watch the seagulls drop from 25 feet in the air, free-falling into the lake with an eye to dinner.
I want to wade through the water looking for beautiful stones for my rock collection. I want to watch schools of minnows swim inches from my feet.
I want to sit on the beach in the evening, pushing my bare feet into the sand and try to keep the fire going while the wind crashes waves into the shore.
I want to go there now...to a place where life still held so much promise, still made sense and didn't hurt so damn much.
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