progression of 'the warrior'
I'm not one to usually buy in to a completely different belief system this late in my life. I've lived life a certain way for a long time, and that's been just fine. I've been the untamed, unrestricted (and unfortunately, undisciplined) dreamer. I've chased shadows and leads every chance I've gotten. I've complained about this and that on my way to "success", when really...I haven't paid attention to one of the most beautifully important elements of a dream; the journey. I watched an unassuming movie last night that really started to make me think, and in some ways...led me to stop thinking so much. I rarely live in the now. When you decided to live in aspirations, you miss reality. The people, the places, the things. The present is what I have, not some fleeting vague dream. I have plans...that's great. I have passion...awesome. I even have talents...wonderful. What I haven't had since I can remember is peace in where I am 'today'. Every moment, every beautiful moment is a chance to recognize the glory of this life. The drive to work can even be life changing once one fully realizes this epiphany. Discipline; it's a way of keeping your mind from taking over. The noise of everyday tends to be drowned out by the thoughts that overrun us; "crap, I'm running late", "I have this bill to pay and that problem to worry about", and so on and so forth. So from now on, taking time to smell the flowers means something completely different to me. Before, I could honestly say "well, I don't really care for flowers", but now I'm beggining to understand why the wise people in this world take their time. Destinations are meaningless without a story or a road to take you there.