One of my favorite quotes comes from Socrates – “The unexamined life is not worth living.” For many years I lived an unexamined life, caught up in the time consuming world of a career, family and everything else that prevented me from really stepping back into some quiet moments and trying to figure out, what is life really all about? When I did find those quiet moments, I discovered I had buried so many wonderful treasures of my inner self that were now dying to come out. I found I needed to do some housecleaning in my life, in the manner of ending my marriage, ending my career, and living life on my own terms that I had pushed aside for so long. Not everyone needs to go through such drastic life changes to examine their lives, but it is important that we not only focus on our loved ones, but also on ourselves, in an unselfish act of love.
Wonderers and Wanderers
These are my kind of people!
A bit off center, off the mark
Defined as “eccentric”
Peering through our telescopes and periscopes and kaleidoscopes and other aides that enhance our vision
Perplexing and flexing ideas
Pushing forward – land ho!
We know about the mole people
In their tunnels of well dug mediocrity
They come above, at times, to dwell in our world of idiosyncrasies
But they are much happier in their circuitous mazes and labyrinths of shaded and sheltered existence
The scary safety of society
But wonderers and wanderers require much more than the daily special to thrive
Not blindly accepting society’s tape loop of conventional ways
We find our way out of the mazes and labyrinths they construct to try and fool us
We are much wiser than those simplistic paths
We can navigate our way out of them blindfolded!
We are explorers!
Philosophers of ancient days tap me on the shoulder
Wanderlust fills up my dance card
Life is full of uncharted territory and never ending questions
With a horn of plenty that spills out a bounty of answers, all of them the right ones
Travels and treks and excursions to new places
Gallivanting and gathering
I boldly declare
That I shall spend my remaining days on this earth
In the very pleasant company
Of those like myself
Who seem to wonder in ambivalence
And wander in ambiguity