All of it.
Noting to aim for; nothing to let go of.
But (of course) we never see it this way.
Then again, what if we let go of everything we’ve been told.
I imagine, but don’t know, that we’d live in the moment.
The older I get the more I feel lost in my life: What do I really know?
That’s not to say I don’t feel drawn to some things and an aversion to others but, ultimately, I don’t need anything more than being alive.
I realise that’s a stupid thing to say but all these stories we continue to live in wouldn’t exist absent us.
If only we really understood that — all body, mind and soul.
… which would be very much appreciated and welcome 🙏.