Ruminations on our need for purpose and a celebration of adventure.
Much as he did in his debut bestseller, To Shake the Sleeping Self, Jenkins sprinkles his joyful, meandering text with musings on the natural world: a lone violet in a meadow; rafting through the Grand Canyon; intense feelings of gratitude for Earth’s grandeur and the interconnectedness found throughout nature. His most authoritative chapter is on the ego, where we live “the majority of our lives” and which he keenly defines as “the container in which you build an identity and then defend it.” The author goes on to describe his quirky personality and explains how his ego protected him from pain: “As a kid, I highlighted my weirdness and uniqueness to remove myself from competition.” He writes affectionately about his good friends, encouraging readers to appreciate and cultivate those relationships, and his open worldview shines in the countless aphoristic passages and introspective reflections scattered throughout the text: “If you could see the strings pulling at people, you’d be as patient as a pillow with everyone you meet”; “Tears are the swelling of something inside me, until that something gets too big for my body to hold. It makes room by pushing the tears out.” It’s clear that Jenkins wants readers to join him on his journey of self-discovery, which requires consistent questioning: “Who do you feel the most yourself with?”; “Who do you hang with that makes you feel the fullness of one of yourselves?” The bromides may lay too thick on the ground for some readers, but the author seems genuine in his desire to inspire people to consider the true motives behind the desires—and to direct their actions based on those considerations. Ultimately, he advises that we “try things with gusto” and understand “we are ignorant actors in a cosmic drama.”
An awakening for fellow travelers on the spiritual path.