Feeling lost is an indicator that there is something we should find that will bring us closer to our potential. Its like a mid-space, between where we were and where we are going.
We know that truth can be painful to deliver and receive, and when relying on the truth to be kind we cannot guarantee to please and we will surely cause distress. But we decide what our motivations are and to what end.
That engagement with awe soaks into our soul and becomes part of it. We’re uplifted, giving us renewed wind in our sails; a sense of excitement and wonder. It engages us with the world
It can be difficult to conceptualise fortune as we cannot see it or touch it, but we experience it nonetheless. Most difficult to grasp, is how random and often unfairly it seems to be distributed.
In order to make use of our time, we must realise the uncertainty of our future. If we do not consciously accept how fragile we are by nature, what motivation have we to approach life with fierce intent?
The act of being good implies adhering to a high standard of moral conduct. At first it may bring to mind someone who is selfless, gentle, caring and incessantly agreeable. True goodness, however, demands of us a number of more complex and at times, thorny obligations.
The skyline is only broken by hilltops, most of them heaving with vast forests. Menacing echos of calls can be heard from deep within. Elusively evading our sights, thought wonders what lies in the belly of the dense forests.
Our surrounding conditions have the ability to consume us. It is incredibly difficult to fight against relentless and seemingly expanding gloom without being defeated. When we are choking on imposed misery, what are we capable of doing that isn’t a degenerative reaction to adversity.