Joy at the smallest things comes to you only when you have accepted death. But if you look out greedily for all that you could still live, then nothing is great enough for your pleasure, and the smallest things that continue to surround you are no longer a joy. Therefore I behold death, since it teaches me how to live. If you accept death, it is altogether like a frosty night and an anxious misgiving, but a frosty night in a vineyard full of sweet grapes. You will soon take pleasure in your wealth. Death ripens. One needs death to be able to harvest the fruit. Without death, life would be meaningless, since the long-lasting rises again and denies its own meaning.
— Carl Jung
Tag: meaning
It is perfectly ordinary and normal that much of what we experience makes no sense. Sense is the exception rather than the rule. Indeed, the more sense we make the further away from nature and chaos we go, until we find ourselves isolated, alone and suffocating from an excess of reason, logic and meaning.
Growth and insight often arise in unplanned moments, outside the pressures of deadlines. By moving beyond the idea of time as a resource to be spent, we open ourselves to a fuller experience of life, where value comes not from efficiency but from the depth of our connections and the richness of our experiences.
What’s here now? 