It’s amazing — when I was 20 or 30, I thought there was some kind of true path that you could follow. Some kind of ultimate perfection that was out there to find, somewhere.
I thought happiness would come to me, that fulfillment would be mine by chance, unbidden, miraculous.
I’ve noticed something, now, as I near the middle of my life —all those thoughts I had are examples of magical thinking, and magical thinking will get you nowhere. Magic is real, but it is in the dried up leaf corpse that floats to the muck. It’s in the way your lover’s closed eyes look when they are sleeping. It’s in that first sip of wine on a canoe trip up north.
Little things, big things.
The universe isn’t going to hand you anything. As in all things, life is a dance. You give and take.
It actually never stops, and there is no perfection to be reached.
The earlier you “get on your game”, the better. I see that now. That is what I would tell my 20–30 year old self — get going. Stop wasting time waiting for something to come to you. Nothing ever comes to you, never.
Jump into that dance without fear.
The entire dance is made up of all the small things we do, all the little movements that make up the dance.
We don’t think: Well, it is not worth my time to step back when my partner is stepping forward, I have things I need to do that are more important!
The point is to make a beautiful dance, a dance with integrity. That is it.