The Beginning of Living What Matters
Several years ago, I’m on a flight at 30,000 feet, returning home after participating in a retreat, and I just can’t get these questions out of my mind: “What do people really want? What’s really going on out there?” They just keep swirling around like a little cyclone in my brain. It wasn’t particularly fun.
After significantly too much time has passed in this fog, my brain all but shouts at me: “Why are you so stuck?”
Instead of shouting back at it (I’m Italian and can occasionally… perhaps, frequently, carry on full conversations and arguments with myself), I relax. I breathe. I feel – there’s a lot of truth to that question for more than just me.