Playfulness

If there is one thing that I know with certainty, is that we are not here in this existence to just get by, sweating blood and tears as we are trying to wrestle our way through life.

The moments I feel alive the most are not the moments when I try to white-knuckle my way to get what I want. To be honest, those are the times I feel lost and hopeless the most.

The feeling of aliveness emerges naturally in the very moment I stop taking myself so damn seriously.

When I let life live through me.

When I stop being a stubborn roadblock in front of my own natural flow of creativity.

Playfulness.

Who came up with this nonsense idea, that to achieve something outstanding, you should be serious and rigorously rigid? Dress code black tie, moving around like someone shove a broom up in your arse?! (Hungarian folklore, bear with me.)

Don’t get me wrong, tons of people get by like this. Emphasize here is on “get by”.

But it’s a great way to collect a handsome impostor-syndrome, continuously trying to fill the cracks on the mask with more and more motivational quotes and willpower exercises. “Fake it till you make it”, or much more like “fake it and fake it more and in the end maybe you will get by”…

Ground-breaking ideas have never occurred in such a surrounding.

Innovative ideas emerging only in a playful, curious state of mind, where nothing is taboo and the hope of discovering something new is overwhelming the shy voice of doubts.

Opening the space to something new to emerge needs courage. But does it?

Does a small kid needs courage to learn how to walk?

Does a bird needs courage to fly?

Or is it something so deeply embedded in their own true nature, that fear cannot seriously interfere with it?

What if the way we are trying to be so damn serious is the very obstacle that blocks us from having a fulfilling life?

What if, for a change we would just embrace our natural curiosity instead of searching for the next obstacle to wrestle with?

Did you know, that a bee should not be able to fly according to the laws of aerodynamics? Simply put they are too chubby and their wings are way too small to make it work. Oh well… Seems like the info didn’t arrive to the bees though. Ignorant bastards, shitting right on the top of physics.

I declare hereby, I’m with the bees!

How about you?