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