
Have you heard the story of the Musk Deer?
The deer catches a scent of something one morning early in its life and becomes obsessed with finding it. Convinced that finding this scent will fulfill its life mission, it spends each day frantically searching the valleys, mountaintops, and every corner in between, seeming always to be close but never quite reaching it. Exhausted from the search, it eventually finds itself on its deathbed. Resting for the first time, the deer pauses and, in the stillness, notices that somehow the scent remains beyond the valleys and mountains and corners. You guessed it. The scent it was chasing outside was actually coming from its own pores. It had what it was searching for.
I have been this deer many times in my life, frantically searching for the thing outside (the career/partner/vacation/friendship) that would finally bring me contentment. But collecting and grasping these externals never seemed to be enough. It's almost as if we have been convinced that these outside things are the last piece of the puzzle that will complete us.
But it turns out that we are the last piece of the puzzle. Us. Experiencing life. You see, the purpose of life isn't trying to find something outside. The purpose of life is the experience of life inside. Once we live this, the things outside will become more enjoyable because we won't be as attached to them, won't be as afraid that they keep leaving us or changing.



