Life doesn’t want to be achieved, it wants to be felt
Dear Friend and Reader,
In this week's Soul-Letter, I want to talk about something very simple: being alive, and letting that be enough.
There is a strange pressure in the modern world to achieve life, as if life were a project, a ladder, a destination waiting at the end of effort.
From the moment we wake up, we are asked:
What are your goals?
Where are you heading?
What's next for you?
As if being alive were not already the miracle.
But pause for a moment and look closely: Life is not something you earn. It is something that is already happening.
You don't breathe toward a goal.
You don't feel your heartbeat to arrive somewhere else.
You don't watch a sunset in order to improve it.
Life is not a checklist. It is a pulse. And yet, we've been taught to live as if we are unfinished, as if fulfillment exists somewhere in the future, waiting for us to become better, more, successful, complete.
But what if this entire obsession with goals is simply fear dressed as ambition?
Fear of being still.
Fear of being ordinary.
Fear of discovering that nothing is missing.
"Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced."
Notice this carefully:
Goals belong to the mind.
Living belongs to existence.
The mind wants direction, progress, purpose. It wants to move forward, to conquer time, to justify itself. The mind is always on its way somewhere. But life?
Life is not going anywhere. It is already here. Only what is dead needs to be completed. Only what is lifeless needs to be achieved.
A flower does not wake up wondering if it's doing enough.
A river does not question whether it's flowing correctly.
A child does not play to arrive at meaning, play is the meaning.
"Try not to become a person of success, but rather try to become a person of value."
The deeper truth is this:
The moment you stop trying to arrive, you begin to live.
Living people don't chase life, they participate in it.
They listen.
They respond.
They move when movement happens, and they rest when rest arrives.
Goals may still appear, but they are no longer prisons.
They are expressions, not obligations.
Directions, not definitions.
You don't live for meaning. Meaning emerges from living.
So perhaps the real invitation is not to aim higher, but to soften deeper.
Not to strive harder, but to notice more.
Not to build a future, but to inhabit this breath fully.
Because life does not ask to be achieved. It asks to be lived.
And the moment you truly live, nothing else is required.
With a quiet bow to life as it is,
Bear Saorin
The One Mind Sanctum
P.S. Until next time, may you let life live you for a while.
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