Our best dreams, those that get us thrilled to wake up in the morning and work, as well as the dreams that have us wanting to stay in bed all day so we can continue this life we’ve conjured up, are the things in life we should be leading towards, the journey we should be embarking on, and the missions we NEED TO BE setting out on if we’re going to give our lives with meaning – if we’re going to live. None of us are meant to live small, insignificant, boring lives – that’s just not how we’re wired to feel the rush that is life, to feel the enthusiasm that we should feel day by day. Life is exciting, but the majority of what we do daily isn’t. We want to set big goals but they’re still not big enough. They’re still holding on to the limitations that have been placed on us that tames us, calls to fall in line, and join other people whose lives play like the same movie reel, only with different actors. We are placing limitation on our lives. It’s like reading an amazing book that gets us thinking about what we really want in life, yet we don’t even grab a pen and pad to jot our thoughts down. We fail to make our ideas tangible, and they stay as ideas, never moving beyond that point as before we allow them to, we crush them, stomp them out, and make sure they stay deep down where they can only be accessed as dreams. Being the same as everyone else isn’t how we’re supposed to live. It’s not who we’re supposed to be, and it’s not how we experience life. It turns life into a game, and not a fun one like Scrabble, rather, a boring one like follow the leader. Being the same, however, isn’t relegated to being the same as everyone else, but being the same you that you’re tired of being. I’m not talking about you, the Self, I mean the life you’ve created for yourself because this is what you’ve been conditioned to believe is it. It’s safe for a hamster to run in his wheel because to let it out of its cage to run may lead to his death. Even if we succeed at safe, there will always be something more, a greater void we need filled, and no matter what we try and fill it with, be it money, things, we’ll just create a greater, emptier, hungrier void, yet we’re too conditioned to play it safe that the “danger” and excitement we seek to fill this void in our life is merely danger, empty danger, not the real adventure that we used to be in touch with when we were young, or can once again be aware of when we shut our eyes at night. If I were to relive my life, it’s along the same lines as living a life that, on my final day, I have nothing left to give, nothing left to experience, and I am welcoming death because I have lived such a hard, audacious, striving existence. I will be working on that! Then I can die happy!
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 06:23:11 +0000
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