I spend all of my time doing things I am good at, well mostly anyway. I have developed skills, and enjoy these projects and activities. It is a good life.
At one point in my life I spent my time doing things that I excelled at, things I was passionate about. I remember that passion, those doings, those achievements, with great joy and sadness. It was another life. A lost life.
I remember the grief of that loss, but I no longer feel it.
I’ve forged a good life for myself, a life centred more on contentment than passion, as I’ve moved into old age. This hasn’t been by choice, but by necessity.
And I am grateful for the opportunities I’ve had; the opportunities to excel, to experience passion; and the opportunities to grow into a rhythm, a flow, a meander.
Contrast, I think it allows me a very deep appreciation, for the beautiful landscapes of all the lives I’ve lived.
Updated on Wed, Jun 14 at 8:15 PM
FEELS LIKE 15
Wind 12 N km/h
Humidity 84 %
Visibility 22 km
Sunrise 5:23 AM
Wind gust 18 km/h
Pressure 99.9 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 8:53 PM
“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving,
but like morning light it scattered the night
and made the day worth living.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
1896 – 1940