People move around the place with a purpose, but so often the purpose is not theirs
This is exactly that. I have tried the way of others and each time I have failed to appreciate what I had. Each time when I lived my own purpose (not to sound like Sartre with the making of one's own meaning by any means) I felt satisfied with whatever I had. The smell of a flower become enough to allow me to feel satisfied with it all.
Exquisite! The world is indeed beautiful when we live and appreciate it at our own pace. Thanks very much for taking time to entertain my other comments on your prior posts.
Keep breathing! :)
Thank you so much. I will try. At least, that is all we can do: try to breathe. And then to appreciate the beauty of being alive. Thank you for leaving such thoughtful comments. In an ocean of slop, it is nice to find flowers still blooming.