Feast On Your Life

You’ll wake up tomorrow and it will be Monday. Your weekend in the rear-view, the dinner with friends, and the corner seat at the coffee shop by the window, the service, and the store. You’ll read this on the train or after you get into the office.

And you’ll step into a new day, a new week.

Except it’s not, really. We divide up our lives in this way to add order, but the truth is the life is one long cycle. One beginning and one end, with many acts in between. Where those start and stop happen in spurts, and in micro-moments, too fluid for structure.

At our best, we walk out the door and we’re on our own path and no one else’s.

You leave looking for experience: It’s the only thing you can take with you all the way until the end. Awareness and experience. And all you need to do to get it is to pay attention. Which, is difficult, given today’s availability to simply tune out or focus only on superfluous details.

At our best, we give our life more space. Stepping back and observing the full painting. To keep our perspective. And we listen to others. There’s no shame in asking some for help in seeing things more clearly. If you’re genuine, they’ll invite you along. We’re afraid to ask for help today because everyone places so much importance on their time and they fear wasting it. But spending time for others often makes us feel alive.

It’s true, it’s a solo game we’re playing. And no matter how much we speak with others, the ultimate intimacy is with yourself. Still, we break down as many walls and window panes that we can between ourselves and others.

We open ourselves up and spill what we can out for others in this world, not as an offer but as a gift.

I attended a poetry book launch party event tonight of the mother of a friend, where most of the crowd was 40’s+. There were more people at this party than any I could host, and with more passion for life, too. They had perspective. They spoke about contributions to society, the event wasn’t self-centered, it was celebratory for everyone there, they even had boxes out front where you could drop off cans for a food bank. Everyone brought food and wine, and the host wore a t-shirt.

Funny, with all of the books about productivity hacking, morning routines et. all we miss the point about a life well lived, which rarely remembers the moments your bullet journal and your supplement strategy.

You’re stressed or overwhelmed because the world feels complex and you’re worried about tomorrow. But today is ripe with experience that’s ready for you to taste.

Go. Feast on your life.

xx David

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Love After Love – Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

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