His mom always says life is long.
I’m in a hurry to find the right job, to feel at home, to be myself again, but life is long.
It’s okay to detour.
To be without job for a little while, sleep in for days on end, not be productive all the time.
Lately, I’ve been wondering what life’s all about.
I still don’t know, but I know this:
Life is not about hurrying.
Life is not about perfectionism.
Life is not about knowing the next step (or time travel would have long been possible).
Life is not about being cheerful all the time.
It is also not about being serious all the time.
It is not about closing up,
and I don’t think it is about seeing the world.
I don’t know what life’s about, but I think the now, the present, has something to do with what it is.
And in a present that seems to be constantly slipping away, perhaps I need to shift my focus and see…
that life is actually long.
Love,