I have three more months until I leave for Indonesia. I feel much more emotionally prepared than I was for Kenya for some reason. I left my real job and am working a part-time retail job with lots of time on my hands. I feel guilty for having all that time though. I’ve been taught to build a life of meaning, but what I’m building now is a life of distraction.
Distractions can be good for you, too. They teach you what’s really important because they serve as a palette cleanser. Distractions can range from taking long and aimless walks through the town you grew up to sharing a meaningful night with a guy you barely knew a week ago. I typically do not subscribe to a life fulfilling all the basic and curious needs I’ve convinced myself I don’t need. It’s indulgent to live like that. I should feel guilty but can’t help but feel energized. Maybe living a life of distraction is what everyone needs to replenish a life that revolves around a proverbial work-hard-and-limit-pleasure ethic.
Basically, I think allowing yourself to enjoy life’s distractions can revive your love for life. And that love is meaning in itself.
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