One must not only exist, one must be alive; live life to the fullest…
And so they say.
The narrative of striving and being more is around us, yet interpreted at times as an accumulation of status, power and material wealth.
Am I existing if I have the love of friends and family? Am I existing if I don’t have a dream? Am I existing if I am purposeful in my doing? Am I existing if I find meaning in my day-to-day life? Am I alive if I exist in the eyes of another? Am I alive if I find succor in nature? Am I alive in my aloneness?
What does existing really mean? What is at the intersect of existing and contentment?
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or
ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can
~ Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
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