Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without reservation or regret.*
But to be what I am, to live what I was meant to live to want to sound like no one else, to yield the blossoms dictated by my heart: this is what I want and surely this cannot be arrogance.**
Rainer Maria Rilke
This morning, I have been honoured to attend a memorial service for someone who lived their life wholeheartedly.
As I carefully listened to all the eulogies that opened the opportunity to honour this person’s bright life, I also felt a deep call to live my own life wholeheartedly.
William Sheldon describes so well what I have often called my slow journey in the same direction.
I know, whilst I have walked this way for many years, there is far more the journey can include.
The wonderful thing about wholeheartedness is that we don’t have to hold some back for tomorrow. Indeed, it seems the more wholehearted we live, the more we will find freshly in store for the new day.
*William Sheldon, quoted in David Brooks’ The Second Mountain;
**From Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters on Life.