What is Important

of great significance or value; likely to have a profound effect on success, survival, or well-being

“The quality, not the longevity, of one’s life is what is important.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

The past few days have been a a royal funk-a-dunk for me. Somewhere I lost the energy and passion that I had last week as I replaced it with apathy and guilt. For whatever reason, here I sit on another day, waiting for a spark. Of course, the more I try to look for it, the further I drift, cast into the fiery hell that is myself.

I don’t have much to say today other than I would like to climb out of this hole that I seem to have dug myself into. It is of course infinite, restricting my ascent to chasing my tail in circles at the bottom. Not just this week, but in general I think I haven’t often asked of what might be important to me and who I would like to be. I make quick decisions, or none at all. Both seem to be equally as bad.

Intentional decision making as well as just having deliberate actions is something that I would like to be better at, hence this whole experiment of mine. I also think that in order to do this, I need to ask myself a few questions that will make my life easier:

  1. What do I need, love admire that keeps me going? What is important to me?
  2. What is it that I would rather live without? What can I either subdue or get rid of?
  3. What am I going to do about it?

Today’s intention of the day is the first question. What is important. Obviously I cannot establish every single thing in a day, but I can ponder. I would like to question and reflect on things that I love – big or small.

I love Lisa. I love my dog.

I love music. I love laughing.

I love slow. I love fast.

I love outside. I love nature.

I love cooking. I love writing.

I love snow. I love sun.

I love early morning coffee. I love late night tea.

I love sunsets. I love sunrises.

I love taking breaths. I love tall trees.

I love blue sky. I love mountains.

I love water. I love the beach.

I love the river. I love sex.

I love walking. I love skateboarding, skiing, climbing and most of all skipping.

I love my sleeping bag. I love travel, or staying home.

I love crying. I love loving.

I love creating. I love people and humanity.

I love outside. I love stories.

I love movies.

I love wiggling my toes. I love stretching my fingers.

I love pictures. I love art.

I love reading.

I love the stars. I love seeing my breath.

I love flip flops. I love a good hat.

I love well fitted pants.

I love sitting with a view. I love airports.

I love learning. I love the smell of desert rain.

I love my friends. I love my family.

I love dry socks.

I love a clean face. I love pooping.

I love the smell of my wife.

I love doing something for someone else.

I love teaching. I love kids.

I love taking people outside.

I love rowing a boat. I love quiet.

I love that I can share my love.

There is always more to love.



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