I've always been a "reacher"...
always wanting more, bigger, grander, better, faster, stronger, smarter.
But all that reaching... it's exhausting! Living on the energy of the drive; Surfing the adrenaline of youth and repression and creation.
Then somewhere around 30 I discovered "rest." Breathing. The ability to pause with someone and savor a moment. It felt good. It turns out thrashing forward constantly is not a necessity. And resting doesn't diminish my contribution to the world.
But the extremes are dangerous.
Drive easily becomes compulsion.
Rest becomes stagnation.
Grandiose dreams become delusion.
Stillness becomes sloth.
Where's the balance?
Here's to finding the combination that works.
What do you do?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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