I always feel like I should be doing “more” and that I am wasting my life if it is not crammed full of activity. This feeling brings with it a state of futility and hopelessness that once started, is very difficult to shake. What if I just accepted the fact that this “down” time is really preparation time for that indefinable future that is beyond my wildest imagination?
The truth is that I really need this down time to explore my inner world to seek out the hidden blocks to the abundance which I know exists within the constructs of blood, brain, and neural pathways.
I must always live somewhere quiet—where I can hear myself think and feel my heart beating. To listen to the sounds of life around me is pure bliss, and to sit and observe the living creatures going on about the business of living, is pure joy. Not the exuberant, loud and disruptive joy, but the kind that is quiet and expansive and knows no limits.