The Philosophical Me.

There are so many things I want to do in my life that I feel as though time is a cruel and unusual punishment. That's not to say that dying is not a blessing in disguise (I believe it is), I just find the concept of time to be one of mystery and wonder, but of paradox as well. We want time to go faster, we want it to slow down, we never seem to be happy about who we are or what we want or the items of material and wisdom (and people!) we know and possess. We want more - more time, more money, more power, more acceptance, more love. In striving for more, we hope for success and sometimes are successful, but then, we always find ourselves in a constant state of WANTING, or rather, we rename that NEEDING. We definitely confuse these 2 verbs more than any other 2 verbs in the English language. How is it that the case? How did we completely devalue the art of living? What do we think we are, PERFECT? Because that's precisely the issue I'm having right now, an obsession with perfection. I believe we all have that, to a point. We look at celebrities in magazines and only hope to be like them, but it all is really just a facade. Who really knows if they are truly happy. Yes, they are blessed with money, fame (maybe this shouldn't be counted as a blessing), beauty...but are they honest? Do they have respect for themselves? Are they genuine? Do they appreciate their status in life? Where are their families? Are they mentally healthy? Do they feel loved and valued by the people in their lives? I sure feel loved. Quite possibly more than ever before. I have amazing family, friends, colleagues (giggle)...what if I'm the happiest person in the world? Have you ever considered that about yourself? I am learning, striving to make a difference in other people's lives, searching for my purpose, wanting to impact the world before I die. I believe in myself and my ability to do something great. I am destined to produce amazing things and contribute...wonderfullness (a new word I just made up)...to this world. And I'm proud of me. But you know what? I would never be this way if I didn't have incredible people in my life. So, here's to you. All of you who have contributed to the essence of me - my self-esteem, my competency, my sense of worth, my feeling of value, my thoughts, my definition of who I am (still a work in progress). How do you define yourself? Do you consider yourself to be perfect and, if yes or no, is that thought detrimental to your being? Sometimes, I wish I had a year to just sit and think. I don't think I could possibly answer any questions...I would most likely just come up with more questions.

Peace and love.