I was so busy dreaming of the forest, I failed to notice the green pasture in front of me.
Yearning to travel, I neglected to take the backroads and explore the town in which I lived.
In all my attempts to capture beauty, I hadn’t realized it was not only all around me, but also was me.
In struggling to achieve perfection, I couldn’t see that I was already perfect in someone else’s eyes.
I was so engrossed in constantly striving to be healthier, that I didn’t stop to enjoy the health I already had.
I tried so hard to do everything, that nothing received my full attention.
In hoping for something exciting to happen, I neglected to appreciate how delightful “nothing” can really be.
I was consumed by adding more and more to my collection, when I could have been making the most of what I had instead.
I was comparing myself to others, when the only one I really had to measure up to was myself.
I was so afraid of missing out, that I didn’t realize I already was—in being afraid.
I was so obsessed with actualizing my “best life”, that I didn’t realize I wasn’t really living at all.