semimystical moosings

i wish that i could sever my future from my past.

i think that the phrases "how am i not myself?" and "what are you still holding on to?" have a lot to do with each other.

you have to know when to hold them and know when to fold them. when is that? when precisely, does disappointment or discouragement cease becoming an obstacle to overcome and begin to become a teacher to humbly submit to? when do you surrender your dreams and acknowledge your foolishness?

is it really meaningful to spend your life helping others to better live their meaningless ________ lives? [fill in the blank with your choice--whatever little things that seem important to them and meaningless to others--it could be materialism or outdoorism or world savers or quiet pietest monks or individualism or collective identity, ad. infinitum]

why is it that my own life seems more meaningful and beautiful when i am in motion--riding my bicycle and listening to tunes--than when i am unoccupied? unless, of course, i am unoccupied on an island in a lake in Algonquin while the sun is setting...

maybe what you do with your life is not so important as how you do it--the person you become in it. your potential as a person is not to accomplish things or attain positions or accrue honor, but the potential to accomplish, attain, and accrue whatever you manage joyously with keen eyes, open ears, grace, charity, and calloused hands.