This is a conversation two of us were having on Instagram the other day--how much of this life is dedicated to survival versus thriving? We discovered, I think, sadly, that thriving--growing green and glorious, dense and full--is secondary to the basics of food-shelter-water. And, yes, without means for survival there can be no opportunity to really thrive, but this is the question--is that living?
So when we wake up in the morning, heavy and burdened, too tired and already defeated, sure, we move through our days, we survive. But without the spark of life for life's sake, joy for joy's sake, then we are little better than clockworks, mechanisms marking time and ticking along until we stop.
How to redistribute our focus, our priorities? I have no idea, but I have a feeling it's a simple matter of shifting our attention--noticing something beautiful, simple though it may be, and finding wonder in that beauty. Letting ourselves be amazed on a regular basis--that's where we begin to thrive.