some people read horoscopes, others look to the bible for inspiration.
me? i listen to the little tag of paper on the end of my tea bags.
it all serves the same purpose - we seek wisdom from the writings of someone who doesn’t know us, but has us in mind.
yesterday, both of my tea bags said the same thing:
“the beauty of life is to experience yourself.”
the black and white tag left me thinking about everything that the human experience has to offer. i pondered what i have already encountered (the people, the scenes, the tragedies and victories) and marveled at everything i’ve seen and done so far. i’ve still got plenty left to do, but so far, i’m pleased with what i’ve been able to accomplish.
recently, i was talking to a dear one about staying in at home versus going out and socializing. “i’m just afraid i’m missing out, he said.” i couldn’t help but chuckle a little. ”often when i’ve gone out, i’ve had remorse over what i’ve missed out on by not being at home.” instead of going out to experience other people, i wished i had invested more time in experiencing what ever it is that i want to. making music, playing games, or creating works from my home studios… it’s all within me. and i am so fulfilled by taking the time to experience the language of music, the stimulation from playing a game, or the satisfaction of manifesting an idea into a visible, tangible creation.
yesterday as i was on my way to work, i stopped by a park. the heated breeze whipped my hair and face as i couldn’t help but run. i remembered the days that i struggled to walk again. and now i’m racing around outside, playing a game with myself. happier and healthier than i ever have been before.
when you believe in yourself, your stock only goes up.
experience yourself. you. explore who and what you are. it’s beautiful.
