I think for many years what I have done is try to insert meaning into my life and my daily affairs.

Even with the esoteric teachings I've been following for over five years now. I still think that there has to be some higher purpose to one's day. Every day. I still think that each day has to be significant in some way, it's own way.

I still think that if whatever it is that I am doing in a particular moment is not meaningful and important to me than it is not worth doing, or should be avoided.

That has instilled in me the attitude of looking down upon others activities as useless and a 'waste of time' because, in my eyes, these activities didn't have any meaning, any significance.

But now I have experienced days of basically doing 'nothing' but talking and conversing with my parents and yet I found it to be some of the most fulfilling days I've had recently.

This tells me that each day is not about 'doing' but rather about making the most of whatever situation or event one finds oneself in.

Whether that event is a relationship, activity, job, or vacation somewhere else.

Life isn't about making the most about life by 'doing'. It's about making the most out of the days we are each given. Period.

We can choose to waste our days away destroying ourselves, or we can choose to elevate ourselves by gleaning from each event we find ourselves in some aspect to rest upon and grow from, in some manner.

I have spent far too long thinking that my life had to be important. Of course I want it to be useful and worthwhile, but I also think that each day has to be full of some sort of accomplishment, otherwise it's basically a wasted day.

When I now think of all the people on the earth and those who, in my eyes, have made something of themselves, what have they done, really?

What is it that they have accomplished with their lives and their string of designated days?

Did they start a small company that become a world leader in its industry?

Did they raise children and grow old and die?

Did they become the best librarian the city has ever seen?

Did they do their best cleaning bathrooms for 45 years?

Are these people failures? What did these people 'do' with their lives?

What is the most WE can do with our lives?

If we are all failures and not living worthwhile lives because we aren't the person who developed the multi-billion dollar computer company then something is wrong with that definition.

You see, I can't quite put my finger on the entire idea that there really isn't anything for us to do with our days.

There really isn't anything special and lasting that we can do make this all have meaning.

Oh sure, each event and day may have meaning. But in the long run those days and days of meaning are all pretty much fleeting.

How many vacations do we have to go on to be relaxed and have great meaningful experiences from? How many times do we have to repeat these activities because the 'meaning' disappears before we even board the plane home?

The more I think about this, the more I realize that this conundrum I've created for myself does nothing but create angst for me on a daily basis.

And what do I have to thank for this eye-opening realization? My trip to see Ma and Dad just now.

My seeing with my own eyes the fact that two people can be in a stage of life where they're beyond the grabbing and the seeking and the attaining and are now watching those of us who are still in that mindless race and wondering what all the fuss is about.

To see that there really can be another way to live one's days on this planet. Another way to exist beyond activity.

Thank you Ma and Dad.

Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com - Learn About Life From Another Perspective

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