Something is chipping away at my steely exterior.
No, you wouldn’t ever think that I was like this, but I’ve built a wall of cynicism around myself for many different reasons. Those reasons are not important. What is, is that I can feel the layers coming off. I am happier each day. I’m trying to make more decisions that aren’t all about me.
I think the ego does a great job of making us believe that happiness is making yourself feel good, versus giving happiness, and thereby receiving it.
Does that sound totally off the wall, or does it make sense??
Since embarking on a hands-free lifestyle, just over a week ago, I’ve paid a LOT more attention to the real world. To the tangible things in front of my eyes. I don’t think this virtual life is making anyone happy (despite what others might think). Remember in Psych 101, the Harlow rhesus monkey experiment?
Not embracing the real world enough, was making me lonely, sad, and selfish. I have a banquet before me-family and friends, tangible people, that I was losing touch with, because I was buried in an intangible world. I am glad that I am embracing (literally) real life and real people, and still journeying to find balance here.
