:: Getting Lost in the Thousand and One Things I Did Today ::
It is so easy.
It is so very easy to get lost in the moment again.
I reminded myself.
I had to remind myself.
From the moment I wake, till the moment I drift into slumber
I am confronted by choices, by events; most of which, are nonconsequential
But choices, and events, nonetheless.
I should be delighted by the plethora of options
But I am not, and hence, the irony.
I recall the moment that I was all without.
It then came back to me; what I really needed.
To feel the warmth of the sunshine.
To lie on a decent bed.
To see the smiles of those that matter.
Not just freedom, but simple freedom.
For when a man has everything taken from him.
He descends to the psysiological, the base of Maslow's Hierarchy;
He needs no Prada, no BMW, no Il Lido.
He needs no adoration, no adulation, no praise.
He needs nothing to feed his esteem.
And with this realization, he is already at the tip:
And so, I remind myself again, with a mantra.
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget:
Be humble, and be heedful.
Please chide me if I fail to do so.