Sometimes I forget that I have an obligation to LIVE the life that is mine. That my life is a gift and is sacred. It often seems easier to just be an observer of my own life and to live vicariously through others – my children, my friends, colleagues, writers, characters, marketers, the media. None of that is fulfilling, really. But it relieves me from the onerous burden of figuring out just what my life is all about and who I am.
Why is this so hard? It should be plain as day, instictive, intuitive, stamped in every cell, easily drawn upon when needed. And if, at times, I am distracted by day-to-day living, there is no end to the self-help resources at my fingertips – all just a click away – gurus and guidance abundant.
When I find myself headed down the proverbial rabbit hole of mental chaos and confusion about the meaning and purpose of life, I remind myself that life, my life, is circular and continuous, not finite. And that takes the pressure off (albeit briefly) to have it all figured out.
The assignment, should I chose to accept it, is to LIVE the life that is mine.
vivinolavita 