interesting living

I've been pretty blank these days. Sometimes I jump up, run to the computer, only to stare blankly at the screen.
What do I write? What thought? What feeling to share?

blank.............

I feel like the the blip on the Heart and Lung Machine. That cliched visual we see so often in any of our classic tamil or hindi movies.

blip blip blank.................

Yet so many things are happening with me...
A new job. (I am still wondering if I am at the right place!)
new ideas on what kids can be involved in
new found energy, as I manage home and work
new skills to be learnt as I tackle the excel sheet

Yet a sense of meaningless pervades this new sense of meaning that I have created for myself.

humans think too much, analyse too much, dwell too much, expect too much,

yet what else makes interesting living?!

we all find our Zen in something.
for some it is in books and reading
for some in music and listening....or singing
for some it is in being with....it could be human or it could be of the animal variety.
for some it is with plants and the non-human living things
for some it is with kids
for some it is in caring
for some it is in sharing
for some it is in painting
for many it is in doing
for some it is in their work and job ( the luckiest!)
for some in writing
and so many never find their Zen and forever wander in search of that inner peace( Po style!)

by now you would get that by Zen I mean Inner peace...

go find it..and teach your kids too...as that's the greatest learning for life

Comments

  1. Simply me!June 21, 2011 at 8:04 AM

    We t(w)oo shall get there! The two words put together have such a calming sound.. 'inner peace'!

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  2. PrernaJune 21, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    someone once told me that begins with being kind to oneself... god knows it's easier said than done.

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  3. UmaJune 21, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    lovely...its the inner peace in whatever you do or do not do...

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  4. AnonymousJune 22, 2011 at 3:43 AM

    :) wondering if it can be taught.. wouldn't they be finding it on their own? i don't know.. i don't know if i've found mine..

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