Thinking about my own tendency to be restless, to seek, to experience more, and then the opposing urge to balance this restlessness by living in the moment made me wonder how this differs from what I despise about civilization: its never knowing when enough is enough, its emphasis on growth----what becomes cancerous growth.
My own seeking is more like expansion than growth, as one who breathes in deeply, expanding the lungs so capacity eventually increases, yet never expanding beyond their capability; it's a metaphorical/metaphysical expansion of the spirit that craves beauty.
Yet I, too, wonder how best to live for now and still accomplish what I wish. Living in the present moment hones my senses and develops my gratitude, but as someone pointed out to me, I'm still attached to outcomes/results, which sometimes makes me anxious about whether I'm "good enough," or whether I've "produced enough," or even whether I've read enough. True, I'm thinking of poetry and the arts/crafts I create and all the books I am eager to read (not factory farming or parking lots).
Is it that we need to plan as if there is a tomorrow yet live as if there isn't?
