A year ago, when I was on vacation in England, I decided that I had spent too much of my life looking back at the past and worrying about the future. I’ve always had problems simply being in the present moment and I vowed, “No more regrets and no more longing.” So I turned my back on the intensity that had defined my life for so long.
I have achieved a stillness in my life.
If a pendulum stops swinging, is it still a pendulum? Is life about doing or being?
How can I be fulfilled if I don’t know what will fill me?