What’s the point?

 
 

Last night, watching the full moon flicker between a parade of clouds, everything felt profoundly simple.

A cool breeze kissed my skin, and the quiet of the neighbourhood delighted me as I lay under my favourite tree. ​But, reality beckoned. I had obligations—an undone to-do list, emails to answer—and my inner critic didn't care that it was nearly 10pm.

Reluctantly preparing to leave this sanctuary, I asked myself an important question…

What’s the point?


The answer literally made me laugh out loud.

Here I am, rushing back to work, hustling to earn money so that I can create the space I need to fully enjoy moments just like this. I was literally running away from the thing I’m desperately trying to reach… the irony!

I felt like a genius for the realisation, and a total fool at the same time.

Truth is, most of the moments I work so hard to afford, are actually free and available to me at anytime—poetry, hanging with loved ones, being in nature, enjoying the full moon—I just need to pause, align with what matters most, and revel (exactly where I am).​

That is the point.

 
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