life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think
that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive. . .
so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.
– Joseph Campbell
I believe this is true.
I notice in my own experience, the drive to find meaning isn't half as strong as the drive to live. And I'm not talking about a survival instinct. I'm talking about that heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, excited to be alive feeling.
I got that feeling when I started learning to play piano a few months ago. I felt like it was a worthwhile endeavor and it made me feel alive.
It made me feel like I wanted to take the next step and see what's around the corner. It made me feel like I wasn't just wasting space, but that I was creating a ripple. A ripple of enjoyment and happiness that would silently transit through all of my life as a stone through the whole of a pond.
And it wasn't a skydiving adrenaline rush. Or a heart pounding experience.
I was simply VERY excited about it. I have wanted to play the piano since I was maybe 4, standing in the church, playing on the piano while waiting for my Gram (the treasurer) to do her stuff. I always longed to make the beautiful sound that the piano player made during the church service, but a silly rendition of "Chop-Sticks" is all I could ever manage.
It felt fulfilling to sit down on the bench, before the ivories and make them tinkle out beautiful tones. I could sit and simply play the scale of every note over and over for hours, lost in both the sound that carries and the silence between each note.
Enraptured. Alive.
Where is your bliss? Have you found it? Or at the very least, SOME of it?
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