I get the feeling that when I was younger, I looked too much, absorbed too much and was too overwhelmed and overflowing with all the impressions to be anything more than a mirror to the rest of the world. I didn’t know who I was or what I wanted to do in life. I spent a lot of time thinking and didn’t come to any solid conclusions.
For the past five years I have been ‘focussed’. I have set tangible goals, I have made concrete plans, I have adhered to norms, made firm desicions and achieved definable results.
Now, once I’ve gotten a hang of the ‘balancing act’ and have been having the time to really think again, I am distracted by movement all around and I realise that I’m once again marveling at the world that is spinning around me.
I’m gradually getting mesmerized by the dance of life that is all around me.
I am noticing other people and am in turn surprised, touched, dismayed, delighted, enraged and moved by their emotions.
I am experiencing sheer awe at the infinite detail in the complexity called life.
I am wondering where the world as I knew it went…or if I ever really knew it at all.
I’m waking up again.