Posts tagged Living in the moment
How To Have Faith Even When Things Seem To Go "Wrong"

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Yes, he requests his breakfast in the morning, and his dinner in the evening.

(And he's VERY persistent in his demands, lest I somehow forget to present him with his gustatory delights on time!).

But he doesn't pace the floor, wondering whether he'll actually get his next meal, or whether stock prices are going up or down, or whether he's "doing his purpose."

Now, of course it's silly to think of a cat worrying about any of those things.

Our feline friends are obviously on a different level of consciousness from humans.

But there's still a lesson to be learned about. . .

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When You're Born For Greatness But You're Just Not Showing Up

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That is a fairytale.

IT WILL NOT HAPPEN.

You know how I know?

Because look around — notice how many people in the world aren’t really truly happy and fulfilled.

They’re just going through the motions.

They’re ‘fine.’

But are they really out-of-this-world fan-fucking-tastic?. . .

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What A Sex Toy Taught Me About Clicking My Heels And Returning To The Present Moment

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Do you?

Do you want to settle for half-living under the illusion that it’s okay to not tell the truth about what you really feel, what you really fear, and what you really want?

Are you content to limp when you could sprint?

Maybe you are. Maybe it’s okay for you to...

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3 Ways To Create A Life You Freaking Love

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In essence they’re saying, “You hate me!” to their innocent lives, gripping their shovels in their mad little fists, and stomping out of the sandbox.

(Poor sad little life, what did it ever do to you?)

And I get it. I mean, it’s hard to face the truth that you might be hating your life.

But the reality is, as long as...

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The Meaning Of Life, Or Something Like That

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The trouble is, we fallible humans get our greasy mitts on the truth, mix it with a generous portion of fear, a handful of guilt, and a heaping tablespoon of ignorance, and turn it into a twice-baked holy casserole of prejudice and mass destruction of our enemies.

Bummer.

But back to the question, and its subsequent answer. In fact, back to the very Meaning of Life itself, ‘cause I’m pretty sure I just discovered...

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