Ironically, I think it’s when we constantly try to “be” too many things at once (or perhaps one astronomical thing) that we entirely forget how to exist with any amount of calmness and composure in the present moment.
My father’s death by suicide inspired me to learn how to just ‘be’
Washington Post

Relatedly, by stretching ourselves to be ever more “astronomical,” we lose our sense of wonder at how complex and magnificent we already are. Our hearts are biological miracles — but we’re rarely still enough to feel them beat within our chests, so busy are we chasing the next ambition.

Really well-written article. Thank you for sharing.

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