Life can pass you by in million fleeting and whispery moments that barely let you analyze anything about what you feel in that moment or what you think about the world in that moment or how you view yourself in that moment. The overall effect can be, well, numbing. Combined with our daily routines of school, work, tv programs, laundry, or maybe for the lucky ones, gym-going, we can get lost in the monotony of it all and lose our sense of direction. of purpose. of being. we become numb. we grow accustomed. but even worse, we stop dreaming.
It is only in the dreaming, the striving, the desire, do we find purpose. In the yearning for something more do we see ourselves as plainly as we ever had. In the hoping do we make change--in ourselves, in our bodies, in our minds, and hopefully in the world. perhaps we never get to see our lives as clearly as when we are in the act of striving. striving is what keeps us. what keeps us whole, what keeps us sane, what keeps us alive. Because the minute we stop striving, is the minute we grow numb and loose ourselves all over again. the journey moves us and is what moves us.
it is powerful. it is what moves the world. it is desire and passion and irresistible. striving is beautiful. to strive is to live. to live well. to live happily. like jesse, happiness is in the doing.
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