Existence is musical. I heard this expression a few weeks ago, and it left a big impression on me. The idea that life doesn’t have a destination, a goal, is really liberating. For a long time, I felt trapped in an endless corridor of goals. I became enmeshed in the idea that success is a far off destination, achieved only after years of school, tedious jobs, and walking over hot coals. The dream is to one day arrive – whenever that is – save up a bit, retire and then enjoy the fruits of your labor.
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Interestingly enough, I “arrived” a bit early and realized that it was all a hoax. At 25, I had finished a graduate degree, was teaching college, and had all the outer trappings of success. But inside, I didn’t feel one bit different at all. I had arrived at the finish line, only to realize that life isn’t a race. Life isn’t a journey with a serious destination. To think this is to cheat yourself out of happiness in the present moment. You delay happiness and tolerate situations to hopefully, one day get there at the end.
In music, the end of the song isn’t the point of the composition. We don’t dance to arrive at a specific spot in the room. The point of music and dancing is to enjoy the experience. And so is life. Life is a musical thing, and the point is to dance or sing along the way.
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