Einstein

"If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things." 
 -- Albert Einstein


Albert Einstein, a physicist (yes, I agree this is too narrow a definition), is often tied to his discoveries which are most rooted in science and cold logic. That is why it always seems most brilliant when I come across a quote, a picture, a moment where Mr. Einstein is lost in imagination, philosophy, and the grandeurs of life that often defy pure logicism. It's not that these things can't or don't coexist - but rarely does one person live simultaneusly in both worlds. The body and the mind - symbiotic - both driving the other to see more.


I hope that I can learn to draw on all parts of my sense to see and to know. We too often throw off ways of knowing simply because they are untested or unrecognized by others. I would love to trust all the bits of me - bodily/mentally/and otherwise.


But back to Einstein - I have often tied my happiness to people and at my more materialistic moments even to things. But I would like to try tying my life, my happiness to a goal.

What goal is worthy?

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