I’m not the only one unable to ignore a fluctuating though undeniably ever-present repulsive environmental tension. I wonder if man has always felt this way or if our modern sense of empowerment and ability curses us with an insatiable perfectionism. I expect I will always request improvement of myself and of my world, but the resulting perpetual state of unsatisfaction is not justification for sitting still and accepting a static fate. My life or my mood will be dynamic, one to the relief of the other. External or internal pressure will build and support the truth of that which is constant and inevitable: change. Stagnation will depress and newness will stimulate, and I can’t help but wonder if there is an inherent shortcoming in my evaluation of life choices.
Is it the goal that matters, the direction, the target, or is it the transition, the journey? Is it fair to consider the state or would I be doing my soul a service to consider the space between? We know life is about the journey, and many of us believe we embrace this, but many of us still identify the journey as a path to get to a particular somewhere. Perhaps we would better suit our dynamic nature and unsettling souls by recognizing ourselves as transient and our journies as significant and the supposed goals we pursue not as states but as events that will pass as mere moments in our life-long transition from dust through momentous life to dust.