Heavenletters

When did you become less eager for your day, and why? What cut into your proven heart and made it absentminded about joy? What happened to your eagerness for the morning and your subsequent emergence into the world?

I have piles of surmise but I don't know. Probably undeserving somehow. I remember the eagerness You are talking about, and even today nature never fails to exhilarate, if only for a precious moment before that old rusty prohibitory sign pops up again. One day joy began falling behind more and more and sadness took over until the beauty of nature, of this whole horn of plenty that life is, started hurting. I still appreciate the beauty, but oh, how I miss the eagerness. Without eagerness, even appreciation becomes strangely theoretical and sterile.

In the midst of plenty, how can you not be full?

I wish I knew. I wish You would address this question seriously.

If one thing dissatisfies you, replace it with one that satisfies.

No, it's not about dissatisfying things at all. And it's not about visualizing better things. But I don't want to argue. I only want to go home, back into innocence and eagerness. Right thinking, wisdom, new ideas, deep feelings, even deeper truths – dear God, I don't need those. I only want the eagerness You are reminding me of. I guess it was time to shoot that arrow.