A few people have asked why I haven’t written for four months. This got me thinking about why I began writing in the first place.
For me, writing is not a pass time nor a business. It is much more precious than that.
For me, writing is a form of therapy.
Take for example the most recent post, “What is the Meaning of Life? Daring to Ask the Big Question“, published in July 2017. I first began asking myself, “What is the meaning to all this?”, back in 2014, having been dissatisfied working a high-paying job yet not feeling any sense of fulfilment in the process. In this case, I had been seeking an answer to this question (an answer that’s satisfactory to me) for over two years before I wrote my first word on the topic.
Writing offered me the platform to lay out my thoughts, to sense check them, and to knit them together in a way that is coherent and digestible. The end result is that I am finally able to settle my score on an important question and put my mind to ease. The finished product will also act as a vessel to my past in the event that Future Kevin forgets or changes his answer to this question.
If writing is a form of therapy, then I am a patient who has skipped the clinic for over four months.
At first I thought, “Am I so lacking in inspiration, that I have nothing worthwhile to say in over four months?” But upon reflection, I believe this is the universe’s way of telling me that for the time being, I have all the important questions that were troubling me figured out. So chill out, soak it all in, and get on with living!
I work with a great team, and our work is fulfilling. My relationship with Amy is awesome and we haven’t stopped putting in the work after seven long years. I spend a lot of time in nature in quiet contemplation. I spend a lot of quality time hanging out with close friends. Everyone close to me is in good health. In this fleeting moment, everything just works.
Rather than clinging to this moment, I want to express my gratitude having been reminded of this beautiful quote from The Course of Love:
“Perfect happiness comes in tiny, incremental units only, perhaps no more than five minutes at a time. This is what one has to take with both hands and cherish.”
Here’s to living.