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I grew up in motion. Sheltered, loved, cared for, no doubt; but in motion, moving, fostering and following a curious mind. There was, by no means, a clear-cut, straight road ahead, with mile markers to pass like checks on a to-do-list. Rather, the light that illuminated my path was thin, aqueous, allowing me to stray left and right, on veering ways, as I began to follow the horizonâ€™s call.
Carefully nurturing such an abstract outlook on life, safeguarding it against all creeping insecurity, leaves more space for interpretation what constitutes a curious life. The noise that fills the ear is no longer an unsophisticated drumbeat but a symphony of boundless possibility. â€œIf this was lost, let us all be lost alwaysâ€, counsels Mary Oliverâ€™s sagesse. So, really, then, a life well lived is one of motion, not necessarily toward anything, as long as we move, and forward, positively, with an outlook on whatâ€™s ahead defined more by our attitude toward it than its visibility per se.
So, where does your mind wander when you let it go? Make sure to keep up.