We live in a world based on accomplishments and failures. We are or we are not. There is never an in-between.
Well what if there is? What is so great about reaching a goal without valuing the process that you went through to get there? One is like running through a vast natural landscape: sometimes the weather is sunny, sometimes there is rain, sometimes the path may turn uphill and treacherous while at other times the run will feel like a leisurely stroll. In any case, you take in the surroundings around you as you reach that finish line. The other is like being in one place and then *POP*! You teleport yourself to the finish line. Except its not really a finish line because you were never running to begin with. It’s just another place.
What I’m trying to get at is that for most of my life, I’ve bought into the whole future goal-oriented way of living dictated by Western society. And every time I stumble, I have beaten myself up terribly. And even when I do succeed, I just throw myself into the next goal. The next challenge. Somehow, we just as ourselves is not enough.
We’re all trying so hard to get somewhere that we cannot appreciate the journey itself. The ever-changing landscape. The journey. That’s what makes everything worthwhile, not the finish line. Hell, there doesn’t even need to be a finish line! What I want to do is enjoy the never-ending journey. The very process itself.
So I’ve been going on runs without timing myself.
I’ve been swimming without counting how many laps I’ve done.
I lift weights without worrying over a certain time I need to be ‘toned up’ by.
I just enjoy the process. The feel of the water as I glide through the great blue expanse. The rush of blood to my cheeks as I finish running up a steep hill. The wonderful sore feeling I experience the morning after a big gym day. I’m learning to fall in love with exercise all over again.
And you know what? Having a love for the process is a much bigger motivator than any imaginary end result to me. Because to be frank, there is no end result. We are not stagnant bodies in one place or another. We are fluid like water, always changing form, coming and going from one place to the next. We never stop moving. It’s only by limiting ourselves to successes and failures do we box ourselves into becoming a stagnant cup of water.