What is our true nature and a pattern of moving that helps us thrive the most?
Productivity experts will argue it’s all about steady and set structure, something on the verge of soldier-like mentality. Set a goal, make a plan, get up every day, sun or rain, and execute.
Lately, when these low tides hit me, I feel like I do more damage than not when I try to force myself to get up and enact my plan.
Each of those phases seems to be a time when gates are opening, with new and vital information that has the power to propel forward more than any well-planned, logical, and strategic action ever could.
It makes me wonder, how much of such precious knowledge – universal wisdom distilled in that one piece of information – are we missing out on because we lock our minds in these paradigms of how a person that values growth and intentional living should compose itself?
Isn’t life a two-way conversation, a dance of a single entity and the world around it?
Why do we then, so painfully often, act as a deaf walking monologue, then cleverly label it as the relentless will of a person determined to succeed and thrive?
Why do we so stubbornly persist in trying to move through life as if reading a manual for assembling a piece of Ikea’s furniture?
Are we supposed to assemble a life somebody else designed, or create our own?
The same way ignoring the instructions and blindly building the piece will make the desk collapse legs sooner or later, won’t our life – our sense of peace and contentment for who we are and where we are – one day collapse as well, if we continue to build it following instructions that are oblivious to any sense of individuality and adaptability?
A manual that can’t be mass-produced because each pair of eyes is one of a kind.
Maybe the a, b, and c in our manuals should be replaced by stories so vague you can’t extract anything that can be blindly followed. Instead, you’d have to sit down, open your ears and eyes for the meanings and signs, and look for universal pillars that offer stability for each individual to build themselves up into the greatness only they can design.
You’re not a piece of furniture that can’t stand up unless fixed with a number of screws and fasteners somebody else designed.
You’re a completed piece of art designed by nature, and nature alone endlessly designing itself.
