We lead our lives so poorly because we arrive in the present always unprepared, incapable, and too distracted for everything.*
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
It is […] an unavoidable challenge: how to contain the serious within the truly playful; that is, how to keep all our finite games in infinite play.**
What are you doing when you turn up to life most capable, prepared and focused?
Does this seem to be in any way hard work, or does it feel more like play?
Rainer Maria Rilke pens this interesting thought:
We have to mix our work with ourselves at such a deep level that workdays turn into holidays all by themselves, into our actual holidays.*
What is the work that feels like a holiday for you, that is, you are refreshed and renewed by it, and is perhaps playful, too?
Do you think such a thing is possible?
What is it that all of your life seems to have been preparing you for?