Chasing a Holy Grail. And that’s the problem. It’s not to be achieved.
On Saturday morning I walked through the rain, slush and snow with cold, wet feet in my inadequate boots and wondered why I was “putting myself through all this.” Is it worth it? But, what if that’s the wrong question. An unhelpful frame of mind. What if the only reason I’m doing anything is because I am human and on Earth? Cold, wet feet are to be felt simply for the experience of them. They aren’t a nuisance and a misfortune, but an experience of the body to be marveled at.
It is a beautiful idea: never to be wasting time or failing or going through hardship, but only experiencing life for what life is. Realizing that there is no chase and there never was; and therein lies my path to achievement. However, it is hard to continuously breathe that in. It is hard to always feel the worth of simply breathing. Yet it is not impossible. A path out of the woods is always somewhere to be found. Our eyes eventually adjust to see in the dark. Can I have patience with my own transition into clear vision?