To live a full life seems to be the goal for many of us. “Full” denotes an expansive, experience-rich life. That seems appealing to those who wish to see the world, read much of a rich library, roam the hallways of the greatest museums, or thrill to the bucket list items available to many of us in a free society.

The alternative is to live a simple life, full in its own immersive way, with daily rituals, familiar and trusted friends and family, and work we can gently hang up at the door as we walk in to greet our family. In a maddening world such as ours, doesn’t it feel comforting to live a life filled with a strong sense of place, community and predictability? There’s richness in ritual. Take the teabag out of the cup before it’s had a chance to steep and we’re left with weak tea. It ought to linger a while before being plucked out for a quick sip.

Which is the better life? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What is clear is that trying to have both dilutes the experience of either. Wherever we are, we ought to be all in in that lifestyle. Not just physically present, but also not scheming some escape plan. Be here, now. Or be there. Not forever in limbo between the two.

Steep on that a while.