Exploration and Talking Horses

I had someone hit me between the eyes today with a comment. They said something about my exploring this new phase of my life. It struck me that I've been looking at things a bit skewed.

For the largest part of my adult life I "existed". Got tied up in the busyness of doing, and forgot to be. Forgot Life is supposed to be an adventure.

I forgot simple joys, laughters, I know I've a "servants heart" it's part of who I am, but now I realize I need to serve myself too. If I don't take responsibility FOR my life, joy, happiness then all other parts of my life become "clanging cymbals" resentments build, joy dies, love withers.

So after this friend said exploring it opened my eyes, I've been looking at this as an adventure and while that's good, it doesn't cover the whole picture.
Now, exploring, opens a whole new vista for me. So I'm off to explore, people, thoughts, ideas. Adventure seems to have a bit of a conquest flavor to me. I don't want to be conquering someone or something, I really want to explore fully my life. Discovering new joys, new happiness, new fulfillment.

I've heard it said that Doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results is the definition of insanity. So I'm not looking for Adventure, not looking for kingdoms to conquer, princesses to win, successes to have. I'm going out on an exploration, If I find kingdoms I'll explore them, investigate. If I meet a princess, and she wants to join the exploration GREAT. Success will come with the exploration, not be the target of it. I may get hurt, may get some bumps, bruises. But who knows I may get to kiss a princess.

I'm reminded of a story I'd like to share
One day a peasant walking down the road did something that offended the King as he rode by. The King threw him into the dungeon.
When brought before the king, the peasant pleaded for his life saying "If the king gave him a year. He would teach the Kings horse to talk."
The king intrigued said okay you have your year.
The friend and the guards of the peasant told him he was crazy, he would be hanged for this.
The peasant replied, Who knows, who really knows, in the coming year, the King may die, I may die, and, that horse may just learn to talk.

So I'm off exploring looking for some talking horses.