I have a kind of a challenge for you. We go through life thinking that there is an end destination – there must be an end destination, and we cling to that in every step of the way and in every turn we take. As we are going about life, we keep thinking that the next goal will be the one that will be making us eventually happy and will resolve all our difficulties and problems.
Reflecting on our own experience, can we even believe that this is true? After one successful result or an unsuccessful at that, the next goal quickly arrives in the picture. So what if life was more of a process than an end result? Does this hold any potential meaning for you? And if it does think about the following:
Who would I be, if I dropped the idea of ‘arriving’?
