“Our days are numbered. At this very moment, many thousands
are born into the world, some destined to life only a few days or weeks, and
then tragically succumbed to illness or other misfortune. Others are destined
to push through to the century mark, perhaps even a bit beyond, and savor every
taste life has to offer: triumph, despair, joy, hatred, and love. We never
know. But whether we live a day or a century, a central question always remains:
What is the purpose of life? What makes our lives meaningful? The purpose of our existence is to seek
happiness.”
This is probably going to sound odd because it was such an
internal experience but I want to share it just the same. I’ve felt a lot of movement
inside of myself lately. Changes coming from within, a paradigm is shifting. I feel
hungry for something and with such timing a friend let me borrow “The Art of
Happiness” by the Dalai Lama. I sat down this morning enjoying a fresh avocado
and black tea with a little bit of milk when I came upon this statement. I
don’t know why but instantly I felt something move through me and big soft
tears started rolling down my face and then it released itself of me and I felt
lighter. They weren’t tears of sadness for the brevity of life or even for the
trying journey we embark on seeking happiness, but for actually being able to
feel the gravity and fragility of life. Being called to live, being given (for
some reason) the chance for another day to live, for undeservingly being able
to wake up to the sun shining in my room, to share my pathway with so many
beautiful spirits whether it’s for a moment or a lifetime - connecting. The
moment held such power.
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