Sometimes I have a hard time describing how I feel about life. Perhaps more specifically, life's purpose. Perhaps more honestly... my purpose. I have had a few moments in my life when I have felt inspired if not intimately connected to the world as a whole. Such moments give me faith and joy. The feeling that begins to control me sparks a creativity beyond what I would expect to be capable of. I have written or designed things that when I look back at them I cannot recognize the author. There is a happiness that is undeniable and unshakable. It is a stark contrast to the more typical moment during which I have to make a decision to smile or put effort into my good mood. I aspire and dream to create a life where such moments begin to dominate my existence. Perhaps then I would fail to appreciate the beauty and magic, though I have a feeling that it would be impossible for me to disrespect the purity of the gift.
Instead I am constantly seeking, striving, and aspiring to catch only just another glimpse of divine influence. In my pursuit, I forget to enjoy life and as my shoulders hike up around my neck the poison of stress creeps into my body. Stress that I am in a fortunate enough position to try to avoid. Stress that for some reason I allow into my body and mind. Stress that then takes hours of yoga to attempt to remedy...
It is such thoughts that discourage me and make my yoga practice seem so daunting. How can I possibly spend a little moment of time every single day focusing on myself? How can I possibly invest effort in paying attention to the food I eat and the sleep I get? Hmmm... how can I not? But although I tease, I tend to take myself too seriously. It's been an effort of mine recently to not take myself so seriously.Maybe I don't have to be inspired every moment of every day. Maybe I can just have a little fun now and then, waiting for my moments to come and go like the waves always tend to.
When I can't find words to describe how I feel... I should just let others describe it for me!!!
Instead I am constantly seeking, striving, and aspiring to catch only just another glimpse of divine influence. In my pursuit, I forget to enjoy life and as my shoulders hike up around my neck the poison of stress creeps into my body. Stress that I am in a fortunate enough position to try to avoid. Stress that for some reason I allow into my body and mind. Stress that then takes hours of yoga to attempt to remedy...
It is such thoughts that discourage me and make my yoga practice seem so daunting. How can I possibly spend a little moment of time every single day focusing on myself? How can I possibly invest effort in paying attention to the food I eat and the sleep I get? Hmmm... how can I not? But although I tease, I tend to take myself too seriously. It's been an effort of mine recently to not take myself so seriously.Maybe I don't have to be inspired every moment of every day. Maybe I can just have a little fun now and then, waiting for my moments to come and go like the waves always tend to.
When I can't find words to describe how I feel... I should just let others describe it for me!!!
Mickey Smith's "Dark Side of the Lens,"
I never set out to become anything in particular, only to live creatively and push the scope of my experience for adventure and for passion... This is where my heart beats hardest... I want to document it in the way I see it in my head and feel it in the sea...
I never want to take this for granted so I try to keep motivation simple, real, and positive.
If I only scrape a living at least its a living worth scraping.
If there is no future in it, at least its a present worth remembering.
For fires of happiness and waves of gratitude, for everything that brought us to that point on earth in that point in time, to do something worth remembering with a photograph or a scar. I feel genuinely lucky to -hand on heart- say I love doing what I do. And though I may never be a rich man, if I live long enough I'll certainly have a tale or two for the nephews, and I dig the thought of that.
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