The Journey

You're xx years old, your plans ten years ago for today were different. Society expects that by this age you should have so many children, degrees or so much income. Everyone Tweets a fulfilled life - especially that one person (You're probably picturing them now). Basically, your life is stagnant. Is it?

I've realised that no matter how far I've come physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally, I essentially still ask myself the same question I did 10 years ago: who am I really? There are answers, but none definitive. None deep enough to satisfy the question. I suspect in 50 years, I'd still not have answered this. But like the Dalai Lama says “Let us try to recognize the precious nature of each day.” 
Maybe our duty is to keep seeking, to keep being a better version of ourselves every day. Keeping a journal. Reviewing my day. Thinking about my mistakes and planning my next day. This has been my routine the past week, I feel like I'm a little closer to the answer to the question, but I do not wish to find the answer, then I would have little to think about on Thursday evenings like today.

I think we're all brilliant and naive. Some a little better at each than others, but ultimately all winging it as we go along. No one ever truly figures this life thing out. How dull would life be be if we did? 

Note to self: Be The Best You Can Be - but don't aim for perfect.

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