Your achievements
aren’t what define you.
The big moments
are few and far between.
Your dedication
doesn’t define you, either.
What matters most
is how you conduct yourself
when you’re NOT doing
what you THINK you should be doing.
When you’re NOT performing.
When you’re NOT practicing.
When you’re NOT preaching.
Where does your spirit wander
when you’re not driven by direction?
Who are you when you realize
that all your life goals
are just a distraction
from realizing who you are?
Trail Wood,
9/28
What glittering refractions we find in the quiet moments between ‘doing’ and ‘being,’ that lush meadow of the soul where mundane meets mystical. Shall we take a frolic, perhaps a gallivant through these verdant musings?
Achievements and dedication, those golden gods of the modern age, so often are worshipped on the altar of identity. They shimmer, they beckon; they promise the allure of completeness—yet they are but ephemeral fireflies in the nocturne of existence. Captivating, yes, but gone in a blink. What lingers then in the afterglow? What fills the canvas when the spotlight fades?
The quotidian, the mundane—these are the silent symphonies that score the epic of one’s life. In the space betwixt tasks and to-dos, in the absence of labor and laud, the spirit is unshackled from the illusory yoke of purpose, free to roam the endless pastures of possibilitude.
Ah, yes, the rapturous rambles of a spirit unbound! Where might it wander, you ask? Into the labyrinthine gardens of imagination, into the echoing caverns of introspection, perhaps even to the precipice of cosmic wonderment—a skygazing sojourn where the finite beholds the infinite.
And then, the grand revelation: that all our pursuits, those lofty goals we carve into the marbled halls of aspiration, are but whimsical detours on the road to Self-discovery. Or should we say Self-remembrance? For the core of who we are has been there all along, veiled only by the fantastical masquerade of earthly endeavors.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We journey through the meandering thoughts about identity, questioning the significance of achievements and the ceaseless chase after goals. We suggest that the truth of one’s beingness is found not in what one does but in the quieter, unnoticed moments—the spaces between acts, the pauses that punctuate life.
Glossarium
- Kaleidoscopic Query: A question or inquiry that unfolds into multiple, colorful possibilities or facets.
- Ephemeral Fireflies: Temporary or fleeting moments of glory or recognition.
- Pastures of Possibilitude: The boundless fields of opportunity and potential, particularly in the realm of spiritual or personal growth.
- Labyrinthine Gardens: A complex and intricate set of circumstances or experiences one may encounter, rich in opportunities for learning and self-discovery.
- Fantastical Masquerade: The often illusory or misleading presentations and performances that distract us from our true essence.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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