Honoring the way

Where exactly do we think we're going? I find it is a daily, even hourly practice to remember that there is no goal. That I shouldn't rush to climb every step, always looking to the top of the stairs. That the staircase itself is the fun part, and that if I reached the top, I would find myself feeling really silly with nowhere to go.

What good are desires if you don't enjoy the road leading you to their completion? We all know once we get something, we immediately want something else. Maybe it means that the striving, the creative exertion to "get what we want" is actually the part that we came here to experience, the part we enjoy?

And if that's the case, then we should definitely stop and smell the flowers along the way, remembering that, in the end, very little will matter. Did I love enough? Did I take enough pleasure in having a body? Did I manage to have fun, even in the hard parts? Those will be the measures of a life well lived. So let's stop and marvel anytime we can.