When the going gets tough, you power through. When the going gets rough, well, then it’s interesting again.
More than anything I feel this trip was about soul searching. I am saying “was” as if it’s already over; and it hasn’t even started yet.
I’ve been in Minneapolis for approximately thirty hours and have already met some wonderful people and am really looking forward to my job. Still, I find that my heart weighs heavy and my soul is tired. Apparently, when you fly, your body moves so fast that your soul cannot keep up. If that is the case, then I must be flying without knowing it.
There is no perfection. There is only illusion versus what is tangible, what is real, what is present. As I write this I work hard to focus on the chocolate brown of the doors, the tapestries hung around me, and the smell of the old wood. I like these things. These things are real, and they make me smile.
Happiness doesn’t have to be complicated. Happiness isn’t a scheme, a plan, an advertisement, or a destination. Happiness is a state of being, just like sadness or anger, but the difference is, we don’t strive to be bitter or angry or sad. We work towards happiness, because we can get the most accomplished and be the most pleasant when we are happy. Because happiness is, and should be, natural. Happiness should be the neutral. Happiness is enough.