Some people grow up with everything they need to live a life of happiness, while others struggle all their lives. Some people have all the riches and possessions imaginable – what they don’t have is a dream. For some time now I have been trying to find peace for myself, to understand why some people are happy without even trying, while other people experience so much pain, cruelty, and hardship throughout their entire life.
As my car drives through the familiar neighborhoods of my youth I am amazed at all the houses and gardens of various sizes and shapes that dot this landscape. It never ceases to amaze me how differently we humans interpret what their idea of pleasure is and compare it with the large assortment that is out there for one’s own choosing. I wear different hats and remember what each hat felt like at different times in my life; only dream now - afraid in a way - being lulled into relieving myself because I do not want it.
Passion and drive are essential parts of life that cannot be bought when it comes to finding a purpose and trying to make life meaningful. This can be achieved through unconditional love for one's partner, empathy through friends, and growth through the help of inside companions. One must work hard in order to find satisfaction in their early journey.
Unlike passion, energy is more transient. One part of the energy is resources, which includes rest and food intake, how much activity is can undergo at any time for a given time period. Another form is an energetic personality that lacks focus or engagement with one’s environment as well as overall weariness from using up one’s own store of mental or physical energies. These both have an important implication for health since each component affects feelings such as happiness or satisfaction - a leading correlate to length and quality of life.
It's always been a little ambiguous to me what it really means to believe in something. Early on, I felt that there simply had to be some exchange happening between myself or some other object and the putative cause of the belief. The moment that sentiment no longer applied there was an important realization involved, "I am my own only matter."
What connects us with one another through time, space and cultural differences is not mere proximity or social convention, but our shared enjoyment or reverence for what matters. In craftsmanship, every human endeavor and all things animate are upheld with respect by someone who does not forget whatever this thing means to them; who gauges themselves against anything that allows them to learn from it and yet never succumbs fully to it. We are more in awe of a process than revered by anything we create from it.
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