Involvement vs Satisfaction

Involvement does not demand return on investment. Involvement itself is its own reward. When you are involved, you do not have an eye on what's in it for you. Rather, you are focused on the object of your involvement itself. What do you bring to it?

You can be involved on days when you are not particularly fulfilled or happy, but you cannot be satisfied on days when you are not fulfilled or happy. Involvement produces interest, interest produces involvement, and together they reinforce each other.

Since life is inherently dynamic, you will never be able to reach a steady state of full satisfaction. What you can be is fully involved.

- Little excerpts from "Creating", by Robert Fritz

Joseph Campbell

We have not even to risk the adventure alone 

for the heroes of all time have gone before us;

the labyrinth is thoroughly known; 

we have only to follow the thread of the hero-path. 

And where we had thought to find an 

abomination, we shall find a God; 

where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; 

where we had thought to travel outward, 

we shall come to the center of our own existence; 

where we had thought to be alone, 

we shall be with all the world.

- Joseph Campbell

What is it

Sometimes it's hard to see the world as a magical place. There is much we can think about, but in the end it's what's in front of us, what's surrounding us, what we can capture with our senses.

When everything is still and quiet on the outside, and still and quiet on the inside, it's as if I didn't really exist.
What's it all made of?
What's all this stuff in between,
in between the two quiet stillnesses?
Are the trees really made of the same stuff my body is?
Is the space between that tree and I also of the same material?
Are we really all one, all this stuff and I?

Shedding Mystery in the Woods

A walk in the woods
Lets us come out of hiding.
We hang our coats at the gate,
And shiver our hearts open,
Step by step, stone by stone, skipping,
Unravelling the truth we were bundled in,
Shedding the mystery that was us in the city.

- me

Stirring Coffee

Little things,
like how you stirred
your coffee;
They are little things,
that now are a
part of me.

- me

Haiku

You only ever
see the beauty in my face -
Never my darkness.

- me