Where you put your Heart and Attention, that’s what you’re going to Feel.
Hanging between anxiety and depression, how many times does one feel fear of failure, but have no urge in being productive… or care about so many things, but realises that in the end nothing really matters.
Wanting, wishing, praying for meaning
and having to conform with life’s absurdity…
But where you put our Heart and Attention, that’s what we’re going to Feel.
No point in looking back
Over your shoulder
Leave your worries behind
For a while
You'll forget everything”
Junip - Your Life, Your Call
Has Life also become a task?
What are we doing, why are we in such a rush to go nowhere?
“What will be the good of the conquest of leisure and health, if no one remembers how to use them?” Bertrand Russell asked in his 1926
Living under a unrelenting cult of workaholism and productivity, where do our souls go?
The more inventions and speeding mechanism we create, the faster we’re driving and rushing. We feel like we have less time. Where’s the contemplative, excellent digestion “future man”, described by George Eliot in 1880, the stout gentleman “…of quiet perceptions, undiseased by hypothesis; happy in his inability to know the causes of things, preferring the things themselves. “
We were supposed to be creating a world where everybody had a reasonable chance of happiness.
… hey, focus on your Heart. It looks for kindness, value and sweet simple pleasures, even when everything else says it’s foolish or childish. Focus your attention on you Heart, and make those tiny little dreams come true. Simplicity it’s not easy, but takes you back to that nice place where you are nowhere else but present and alive.
Happiness is also a practice, it needs both learning and constant maintenance. In some studies they’ve seen that Happiness diminishes as we transition from childhood to adulthood and then starts rising as we grow wrinkles and acquire gray hair. Why is it?… Maybe because we stop taking our attitudes so seriously and stop worrying about who we should be and we simply are?
Because in the end “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives” (..) There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading — that is a good life.”