I remembered how good it feels to do something with no outcome

Dear Delyara, This week I did something just because I wanted to. No audience. No future use. No secret ambition. No need to prove anything about myself through it. And it felt beautiful. I think I had forgotten how healing purposeless pleasure can be. Or maybe it isn’t purposeless at all. Maybe joy itself is purpose, and only an overworked mind demands more. Either way, I felt more like myself afterward. That seems important.