"Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure." ~Thomas Edison, inventor

Why do our spirits get restless? They do, don't they? How can our spirits even get fidgety when we're so busy anyway? Seems ironic for something SO busy to have time to sit and fidget. But it happens.

It actually sneaks up on you...this restlessness, I think. It doesn't usually come in the form of a creepy old maid riding her bicycle (or was it a broom?) looking for sweet little girls and cuddly little dogs to terrorize...making you long for bliss somewhere on the other side of a prism in the sky. Hhhhmmmm....Maybe Dorothy and Toto weren't the best examples because it appeared she was running away out of fear and not "restlessness", and Miss Gulch was very ugly and full of threats; BUT Dorothy did figure out in the end that she really didn't need to journey along the 'path to Oz' to find the happiness in her "own backyard". (Wow! What a long, run-on sentence!) No, it comes in many forms. Non-threatening. Fun. Simple. Always nice to look at.

So, why then?

Maybe there is a little fear involved though, like poor ol' Dot felt? Maybe it's a fear of settling down? A fear of missing out? A fear of having made the wrong decisions? A fear of growing up? A fear of losing "what ya got"? A fear of missing an opportunity?
Does it mean you're weak? Does it mean you're immature? Selfish? Stupid? On a path to destruction? Bad?

Is the reason for the restlessness what's important? Is it what you find on the other end of it? Or is it the journey in between? The journey through it?

You tell me.........

(An old post I pulled out of a dusty folder)