Keeping the Dream

Not because I want to. Since when do we readily want to do what’s best or good for us? No, I’m one of those stubborn people who insists on pushing myself to the limit.

But life and the body that carries this life is forcing me to reevaluate my foolishness. I’m being asked to set my priorities…a life long challenge to be sure. It’s a common theme that comes up time and time again throughout my writings.

I don’t know…I know I can’t do it all, but I still find myself wanting to do at least a good part of it!

I don’t understand people who are bored, who need to find things to do to take up their time, who will work somewhere or be involved in something just for something to do.

There is just SO much to experience and so much to create…and so many people who do not have the luxury to even comprehend what boredom and listlessness means even as a concept!

But being too busy can be like not having anything to do. They can both divert you from your true purpose.

Oh…so maybe you don’t believe in a true purpose? Well, it’s not like it’s a right or wrong answer that’s prepackaged for you like a school test. I suppose it’s anything that gives you a sense of meaning. There’s got to be more to life than just getting by or consuming everything in sight.

And it really doesn’t matter if there isn’t, as far as I’m concerned. That we, as a humanity, have needed to believe it so makes it important enough to honor.