These days we are in a constant dance between doing versus being… where sometimes we are more aware that the music is on than others.
Often, one confuses a full day with a full-filling day. A calendar brimming with back-to-back calls and tasks feels like an accomplishment when completed, but it is only a means to the next chock-full day.
We love to be busy… or at least feel like we are because the state of living when not doing anything has been woven into our social fabric as unproductive and lazy.
Is your life dedicated to your purpose or your path?
Given our crippling higher level of consciousness, we are the only living species that feels the need for a sense of purpose. Living for just being is not significant enough for us self-conscious human beings. That being said, purpose can be wonderful. We have evolved to create a fully cushioned world due to highly driven people throughout human history. However, our purpose and progress are often misconstrued as the barometer for a sense of our worthiness rather than a sense of fulfillment.
I recently read Endurance, the story of Ernest Shackleton’s crusade to the South Pole. While an enthusiastic explorer, his primary purpose for this life of dangerous exploration was to be deemed worthy enough for his desired wife. Romantic, yet seemingly absurd.
What do we make of this rant? Well, sometimes you just have to smell the roses.
Smelt