Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The feeling of unknowing ...


It's hard to question life. Life; meaning what we do, why we are where we are and where we're all going. But, but we all do it. We all look for explanations, make attempts to justify and realistically make excuses for decisions we make.
Sometimes it's the thrill of not knowing, the always hanging question marks – that makes life most worthwhile. Or knowing that regardless of what it is you are doing, it's for the right reason.
We all go through stretches where we probably wish we could be somewhere else, have the answers to all the questions and just be able to shake clear our head. I'm there. I look at the next few months of my life and really can't say where the rest of it after that will be headed. I know I have the support of a loving family, some great friends, a few motivators in there as well and a good head on my shoulders to make sure I don't put myself in a position of having to not know where my next meal is going to come from or whether I'll have a roof over my head when I go to bed at night.
I sometimes wonder if the life we live everyday takes away from the focus of what we're really trying to do. It's never hard to smile, but for some reason we attract ourselves toward those problems, those hard times in the world that get us feel down. I for one think if it weren't for the perspective those events in life give us, it would be hard to live, laugh and love the way that makes us happy. And when I realize how lucky I am, it's pretty simple to find the small things appealing again.
I spend a lot of time lying in bed, just listening to music and the stories it tells. I struggle sitting down, reading a book and letting my mind wander, but I put a keyboard in front of me and some good music around my ears and for some reason it all seems right.
I know I am meant to spend my life making someone else's life, better. I enjoy seeing people, enjoy. Whether it be a perfectly blended cocktail at the bar, a photo, an article or the joy on a kids face when what you've told him to change with his swing, results in a solid liner back up the box.
Life is what we are doing, and why would we rather be doing anything else? I for one, wouldn't!

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