Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides
with perfect courtesy, to let you in!
Never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass!
Never to leap to the air as you open your wings over the dark acorn of your heart!
No wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint
that something is missing from your life!
Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left —
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
Your life was meant to be lived fully, to be experienced fully not to be merely a treadmill you walk until it’s over.
Are you breathing just a little and calling it life? Are you neglecting to open the door to the life that is waiting for you? One of my clients was in the midst of a job search.Â She kept trying to find jobs that she could fit herself into instead of creating a vision for the work she wanted to do.Â Once she was able to envision her ideal work, the door opened to possibilities that had not occurred to her until then.
What is one small step you can take to open the door, even a little?