I had been shopping in town and as I was parking my car this thought occurred to me – ‘I don’t want to be careful anymore.’
And by careful I mean care-full – full of unnecessary concern about things over which I have no control.
When I was a teenager I couldn’t wait to start ‘living’ my own life. The grownups were always worrying about something – don’t do this, be careful about that, watch out for….
I was eager to live while it seemed like they were almost afraid to live.
This morning I was prompted to question where I am on that scale now.
Am I part of a culture which fears death above all else – so much so that I am afraid to live freely?
How much time do I spend worrying and being care-full instead of living?
Where am I ignoring Life calling me in favour of the doubts and fears?
And I realise that what I really want is to be careless – to be free of concern where I have no control.
So it makes sense to choose being happy over being right, peace over scary imaginings and fun over perfection.
Is it possible to just choose?
Yes. We’re doing it all the time whether we realise it or not.
(Image courtesy of Ben Kerckx from Pixabay)