The answer is still the same
We have talked about this so many times
We almost know the formula by heart now
I know man
But why is it so difficult?
A simple life is too slippery to sustain
And we fail
Butt up my friend
It feels bad, heavy.
Every damn time
The point is to try
Until you are successful
[glancing at each other]
There it is bro
There we are
We try again
A better shot this time
I start on Monday
Sometimes we fall short of our expectation
There is always the possibility of slipping up in a routine, going back on a decision, always starting again– a healthier habit, a different lifestyle.
Sometimes Many times it is as simple as accomplishing nothing in the To Do list written just this morning. And because the becoming of our truest and highest form of being is now measured in instant results the frequency of being unsuccessful is often overwhelming. Paralyzing. Depressing. Withholding. Sometimes
Many times fear keeps us away. The person we know we can become is too perfect for our liking, too grand for our making, too refined for our soreness. How could we possibly grow into that fine skin? Where is the time to dedicate all that focus? How long would it take? Do we have enough determination? Is it even possible to master such discipline?
“The purpose of life is to achieve the highest expression of one’s being,” I believe.
To say at the end of it all, ” I lived in fullness and in truth of who I could become.”
Success ( attainment of the highest form of self expression ) is only experienced through trial without end.
And so we keep on trying. Over and over until the finality of our becoming.
By Emmanuel Marumbu Misiati