“Jung knew the prejudice in western culture against the introverted. He could tolerate it when it came from the extraverted. But he felt that the introverted who undervalue themselves are truly doing the world a disservice.”
A note to self: Don’t let Carl down.
This quote stood out for me because it aligns so well to the spiritual truths I believe in.
What we want most – Happiness and peace – are things that seem the most elusive. Yet in our quest for them we become entangled in the process, in our efforts, in our desires.
When really, all we have to do is stop trying to grasp the ungraspable… and maybe try to see that… we have inside us what we were looking for all along?
That hug from a loved one. The few moments we look up to enjoy the sky. The cool morning air. The smooth journey to work. The moment, the moment, the moment.
I think if I could finally stop grasping, I’d be able to savour the richness of every one of those moments.
The world can impose, force, and project all the voices it wants, but as long as we remember what we want to do, remember why we have chosen what we want to do, and continue doing what we believe in doing…
It will work out.
So far, I think I’ve been blessed to be surrounded by people who remind and encourage me to remember my focus, who at times even remind me of what the focus is. And I’m thankful for the reminders to stay on track.
“it’s about the work” – OBAMA.
“Time is all you have. And you may find one day that you have less than you think.”
If you didn’t need to work for $$$…
About 2 weeks ago, school ended for the kids (teachers still have to go to work), and the year-end holidays began. With that also marked my last official day as a mainstream school teacher.
What followed was a good, quiet afternoon of coffee and reflection. Reading over the sweet notes from the girls. Thinking about how I would be embracing a new identity, a new profession. Thinking about how I can move on to embrace all the feelings I feel – the anticipation, the excitement, the fear, and the nervousness.
Everything is so imperfect. As it should be.
Scenes from an old estate, Singapore.