What if...

What if we stop striving?

What if our purpose becomes just “being”?

Is that so bad? 

We wake up. We treat ourselves well. We treat the people around us well. We pay attention. And we spend our time doing what gives us pleasure. 

Even if it doesn’t “produce” anything. Even if it doesn’t scale. Even if it doesn’t make oodles of money or make us famous or searchable or findable.

What if that’s enough?

I suspect it is. I suspect that’s what we’re all eventually going to discover. 

Imagine if social media stopped right now. Right this second. 

Well… first of all, you wouldn’t be reading this. I’d probably still write it, though, and the writing process would still feel great.

I might add it to my pile of other writing. It would be for my eyes only. And that would be fine. 

What would you do? Right now? If you didn’t have the internet? If you couldn’t doom scroll or look everything up online? How would you actually choose to spend your time?

That’s probably a question worth asking.

I’d read and write.

I’d go for a walk. 

I might even organize the mess in the bathroom cabinet and throw out old hairbrushes and crusty toothpaste from when the kids all interrupted their newly launched lives when Covid arrived. That would take me down memory lane. I’d daydream and think about the kids. Then I’d probably go to the basement and dig out the old photo albums and make a day of it. 

What would you do?