There’s this impulse I feel that leads me to look for something inside myself and outside. Flashforward: I find it and I don’t. Nothing is ever enough. And if I stop, thoughts about being scattered and uncommitted cross my mind. I know so many exercises I could do to “sort myself out”, I have tried out so many theories and ideas in my head and probably in my life too (mindsets, systems, etc.). Yet, when I spiral up, I spiral down. There’s inside me a black w-hole, a satiating hunger, a seeker’s connection that only reacts to one idea, very powerful it seems.
I must assume we all have one of those. Our cornerstone. A simple personal truth, your fire, something that gives you life and that you must protect to keep alive. Is it magic? Time and reflection, and experimentation, might yield some answers. Let’s keep trying.