Nature is fully alive. The pear trees are starting to blossom and the insects are back. I am watching a finch hop from helm to helm while I am writing this. From one day to the next, so much is happening in nature. New birds are arriving every day, their song merging into a chaotic symphony.
Spring is a chaotic time, especially now nature is tempting us to go outside and we are asked to stay in. I woke up feeling restless, filled with enthusiasm to work on too many things at once. I feel strangely tense in my own anticipation for the wonders of life. It is an ambivalent feeling; I am happy I feel excited, but my impatience also distracts me from what I am doing right now.
Our minds can imprison our appreciation for the moment. To take note of what is alive in and around us, right now. Aristotle has something to say about this. He noticed that everything we do is for the sake of something else. We repeat this pattern again and again, without end. The ultimate goal would be happiness, but we cannot seem to get there. He reminds us that we lose our sense of purpose when we lose track of the milestones between us and the ultimate goal of being happy.