what does it mean to live well?
4 years ago
it is my little mantra that, as i just mentioned in a comment to Myself, helps me through the rough spots.
for me, it came out the concept that ‘living well is the best revenge’ when feeling totally used.
through all the stages of grief, through anger, hate, sadness, that kind of sad that’s worse than sadness, i repeated it. so often, sometimes, in one sitting, that i can’t even begin to imagine how many times i might have said it. live well. live well. live well. live well.
the worst times were when i felt nothing at all. just an shell. or more accurately, like a tube. a vessel where feeling could only pass through, but could never contain anything.
so i really need to consider what living well really means. what is a life lived well?
