Recently I’ve been asking myself, what do I truly want in life?
If you read my blog posts, you know I’m very much into the whole “enlightenment” thing sort of speak.
I’ve mentioned my life goal and purpose, and how I intend to spend the rest of my years.
But when other things get in the way, let’s say Ego, it starts to make me feel like I’m drifting in another direction.
I stand true to my words because I know what is in my heart.
And what truly matters to me.
So when I imagine different plans to be added into my life I take no major actions—-not anymore, at least.
But being this far in my journey of self-awareness I can now understand the source of these arising feelings.
It’s funny to think that no matter how much you study something or try and apply it to your life, there will be moments where you slip up and forget what you were even doing in the first place.
Balance, I study.
Yet I find myself getting pushed and pulled by the waves of pendulum swings.
Lately I’ve been learning more about myself. In ways I never knew.
Rediscovering the things that always made me happy,
I’ve heard recently by someone that maybe the main goal in life isn’t happiness but experiencing it all.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
I write this post on a walk home;
thinking of my love.
Awaiting the opportunity
to write a poem.