I can’t help but question myself. Knowing that this life is momentary, fleeting, temporary, am I doing all I can each day to give it some meaning? How do I achieve a more meaningful day, which leads to a more meaningful life? Sometimes it’s a challenge to find fulfilment when you’re in search of external factors. I want so much in this life, and with this never-ending search for some definable, and some undefinable, ‘things’, comes the anguish, the fear of the uncertain and the risks, the fear of failure and ultimately the fear of unhappiness. Forever in conflict with the internal bliss that comes from being grateful in each moment, it’s an embrace that seems to slip rhythmically away, like a pendulum swinging from two extremes. Is there a happy medium where it can rest?
Ah.. a thought.. the right question is how can I make my days more meaningful for someone else?..
“Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
“What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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