Are we continually learning? Or do we sometimes have to accept that we are the best that we can be. Sometimes we feel the need to search for a meaning to life and become a better person but by doing that we forget that we are life. Nature is not perfect, so why should we be.
I am finally seeing some light in life. No more over thinking, no more striving to be the perfect person I think I should be. Accept me as I am. I can be no more.
Fragile, resilient, angry, serene, life, death, this is what I see in Nature. Like ones own story, we follow the same path, Nature mirrors life, life mirrors Nature. We are intrinsically united. We are one.
Pick a boat, any boat, climb in and row away. Far away. From everything that gets you down, from the heartache of watching someone grow old, from the drudgery of work, from life. I sometimes envy those that do it. Those that say, enough is enough, and just go. Those that can just change their lives and become someone else.
Well no, actually I don’t think I would want to be someone else. Being me is what makes me who I am, whoever that person is. (That may not make sense but I know what I mean) But it would be nice to jump in a boat and head somewhere for a while and just, for a few days, forget about the world and what it throws at you.