Attachment-Detachment Paradox: Not Really

I am afraid of attachments, and I am a father; attachment is supposed to be my thing. I am slowly being pulled into the business of life, and I can’t say I enjoy it any less than anyone else. For the longest time, detachment was my modus operandi.

I would break up and cheat because I never felt attached and never wanted to. But now, I find myself deeply woven into the fabric of life. I am feeling the pull of detachment less and less, and I miss that independence, that spiritual gateway, that core of my being. Everything seems to be merging with potent love, a secure future, and the vibrant liveliness of life.

In all aspects, I feel I am thriving, and my head is in the right place. I just don’t feel the need to be anything else; I am a dad. But is that bad? Is this attachment detrimental to my soul and spiritual enlightenment? I don’t think so. I felt I was keeping myself in a box for a long time, but it turns out I can handle more than I thought. I am taking on more responsibilities every day, and I am happy about it.

I can be an activist, someone on a spiritual journey, someone bent on changing the world. I believe I can change the world; I believe I can be a good father and husband, and I believe I can search for my soul and find it. And I don’t believe they have to be mutually exclusive.

What is a complete human? Is it someone who has not experienced the challenges of life and wandered off into the wilderness, or is it someone who can keep their feet on the ground and their head in the clouds too?