Taking Time to Smell the Flowers
Most of my life it feels is about measuring up and being ahead of everyone else. The problem isn’t that I’m not brilliant but that its hard to be the most promising entrepreneur, the budding architect-designer and the successful man-in-relationship.
I just heard from a podcast that life just happens. Our best laid plans fire away. It is easy to be tough on yourself and beat yourself up for not succeeding this time.
As I take this long walk home at 12:30am, I discover that there is so much love along the way. This new home away from home. I have cared about things and achievements for far too long. I’ve passed this site where once stood a very frustrated, angry and lost man. I saw my first day of work and all the insecurities of trying to look good and manipulating people; the fear of missing out in my life. And the elusive “red haired girl” (the mythical bond queen in Caucasian circles). Hehehe. I could just laugh at how unfair I’ve been trying to put the highest standard when I was just simply, afraid.
Tonight as I pass this once mud and steel bones, now structures of pretty glass and teeming with landscape, I remember there was so much love all along: friends, funy memories and a thousand laughs. I was just busy.
Too busy to smell the flowers and feel the wind. To laugh with friends abd to love them. To cherish my workmates, victory group, crushes. ❤. And just be there! Experience fulness of life.
I was crazy trying to be someone so other people could accept me more. 🙂 I have to be blind that only I am missing that I am overflowing. Feeling empty looking for myself out there with something to fill the void. Blind to see that I was full all along. Take time to smell the flowers. . .