“What is your goal? What is your next adventure?” Asked the self-help book I had just downloaded. The answers were all material: travel, money, things, white noise of busyness, distracting us from inner loneliness or fear of death.
Failed again, I think. In the eyes of the book, my puny desires look pathetic. Do I fail because I am content? Not striving for the mountain peak?
But then again, do I have the god-given right to take whatever I want, deplete the planet's resources, icing everything with carbon emissions, spread like fairy dust.
We do or want most things to make us feel a particular way, happy, fulfilled, stretched. Sure I get these from my favourite, watching the sun set over the Golden Gate Bridge. Time pauses and I just AM, caught like a pearl drop on time's chain. For a moment just right. And it is today, not any other day, this moment that I freeze frame in my heart.
Surely, the real trick is to get that feeling from the immediate, the local – sun setting over our lake, milky soft in the evening light or broken, serrated by small waves. Just stop, be present. No flights, no expense, just walking to the nearby park.