Where is the incentive to live with all our heart in what we are doing? To live like a dog wags its tail? Like a child with an ice cream cone gets to work? What is keeping us from living that way? Giving our best moment-to-moment? Not holding anything back because what we are doing is that important? Why isn't it that important? What are we waiting for? When do we start living a though it matters how we live? What are we waiting for? When are we going to stop waiting and get to work?
Carl Jung said, "A hermit is a primitive person who trusts their unconscious." A primitive person is an original person, a natural person, a genuine human being. One who lives from the heart sees what they look at, are what they are, coming forth as one thus come in each situation as it arises to do what needs to be done there, say what needs to be said there, ask what needs to be asked there, to startle and amaze, balance and harmonize, stabilize and orient, the moment, moment by moment, as an innocent fool, or a crusty old curmudgeon, as the occasion requires, in the service of radiance and wonder, with nothing at stake in their actions beyond the joy of doing it and the satisfaction of having done it the way they do it, all their life long. If you are going to live at all, why not live like that, as a blessing and a grace upon all who come your way forever? Why hold anything back? What is to be gained by not being yourself instead of being yourself in ways appropriate to the occasion, by rising to meet the occasion, in every occasion that comes along? Simple. Reliable. Timely. Essential. The missing element in life as we experience it. Exactly what is needed. Here and now.
"The world is too much with us, late and soon" (William Wordsworth). From beginning to end. Because we make it so. Captured as we are between gain and pain, with nothing left but drama, chase scenes shoot-outs sex, drugs and alcohol to choose from. It is too much for us. We long to lay down our burden, but then what? Our burden is all we know, and there is a long way to go yet. Our life is the Sisyphean Task, up the hill with the rock, and down the hill following the rock, back up the hill with the rock that is our life. For what? The next time the rock is at the bottom, find the shady side and sit for a while, practicing the right kind of emptiness, stillness and silence, and creating the right kind of distance between yourself and every other thing. Reflecting distance. Sit in the silence and wait "for the mud to settle and the water to clear" (An old Taoist prescription). And for something to stir to life, calling something to spring to mind out of nowhere. Take it as sign, and turn it over, walk around it, take it with you as a talisman, as you walk through your days, pondering its meaning, exploring its relationship with you, seeking the gift it offers, the message it bears, following where it leads for the stark lack of anything better to do. And see where it goes.