Of Goals

of goals - this been a distinct shift, subtle, yet meaningful in their presentation. No longer do I feel in pursuit of something distant, outside my present situation. The motivation to chase is now absent. There are still clear things I wish to explore, to own, and even to achieve - but it seems more to be just another avenue of self appreciation, a means of knowing aspects of myself not yet revealed. This shift went unrecognized for some time, causing conflict in my usual chase for meaning. Things that once had a clear standard of achievement, satisfaction for completion, and effort to make it all happen, simply no longer had the same appeal. Still, I found myself in the same habit of pursuing these activities but no longer with the sense of purpose as before. They felt empty. Things have settled now, I'm seeing my own life unfold in a unique fashion that doesn't seem to fully require my own direct participation. I am pointed in a direction, by a mystery still and always unknown, and without pursuit I simply follow clues given from this great unknown. Without self assigned meaning - there is only the happiness of doing, being present to each step along the way, and the worthiness of motion for it's own sake. Perhaps the goal all along was this realization, or perhaps even this is just another step along the way. 

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Peace,

Eric