What do we do until our heart is full ?
We do what we can. We try our best. We don’t compare. We give our energy and time to what matters. To what makes us feel good. We numb the bits of pain when they’re a bit too hard to handle. We do sports. We have chips and cake.
We make it worth it even if it’s not perfect. We explore, we dive in, we try to understand. We pay attention, we loose patience, we embrace our occasional defeatism and lack of optimism. We try not to be too ungrateful, too self-centered.
We focus on what’s going well, we take none of this for granted, we savour the moments of grace. We loose heart, we get discouraged. We remember we’re OK. We feel better. We isolate, we distance ourselves. We avoid others’ happiness. We’re happy for them.
We talk things out, we philosophize. We laugh, we cry. We soak in the cutest baby’s smile. We go to the movies, to exhibitions, to theater plays. We go to work, we try to be good or better.
We take the metro back to our flat. We wish there was someone there. We’re happy there isn’t cause we can do whatever we want. We take good care of ourselves. We sort things out. We clean the mess. We relax.
We take physio appointments. We plan things for the weekend. We have no idea what we’ll do this summer. We go out. We’d rather stay in, we wouldn’t change the comfort of home for the world.
We take up new projects, we’re happy they’re over. We look for new challenges that will keep things interesting. We strive to be accountable and disciplined. We set new goals. We try all the flavours of vitamins. (We like pineapple better although we haven’t tried cherry yet.)
We work, we volunteer, we watch series, we go have a drink. We write, we read. We consume, we create. We realize creating usually is what feels the best. We try to move the needle.
We seek to make life meaningful.
We seek to make it pleasurable.
