We get up and do it again. Enthusiasm for the task flows from the way we view the task. What did Sisyphus tell himself every day? The trick is to not allow the day and what we have to do in it to divorce us/cut us off from ourselves. It is the quality of our relationship with ourselves that keeps us in the flow of our life regardless of the nature of the flow at any point. At one with ourselves-- with our original nature and the virtues/genius/daemon/shtick that are ours from the start-- enables us to meet the day looking for the adventure tucked away in the most unapparent places. We have our own reasons for meeting the day! There we find exactly what we need to bring us forth some more again! Our virtues/etc. are latent within, and depend upon our external circumstances to call them out and develop them to their full potential. We are not here to drink beer on the beach, or to fritter away our time with whatever our favorite pastime has to offer. Our stuff needs a context to shine-- and we can't tell what that is until we step into something that demands what we have to give, even though we might not know we have it until we see ourselves in action, wondering where this came from. We meet ourselves in what greets us when we get out of bed. Every day is an opportunity to discover more than we knew yesterday. We are the adventure we seek, and we carry ourselves with us wherever we go!
It is important to have something that keeps you going. Everybody has enough of it sooner or later, and passes without a whimper into that good night. Everybody dies in their own time-- except for the people who die before their time. Who die in mid-stride, with cookies in the oven and crumbs on the plate, doing what needs to be done with a long string of things that need just what they have to offer stretching out in front of them forever (Though even they would eventualy have enough of it and let what's going go). We all should be able to live to the point of letting it go when it is time to go, and not be forced to live beyond that point. Jesus and Socrates, like so many others, died before their time and we all were robbed of what might have been our future with their loss. We all were robbed of the life we might have had because theirs were cut short. School shooters and mass murderers, drunk drivers and airplane crashes-- or wars coming along and plagues and pandemics, etc-- wreck the world without ceasing. We could be excused for grieving every day the loss of the day that might have been with those who aren't there because they died out of time. We all stand at the Wailing Wall of History, bereft and abandoned by the mindless meandering of time and chance that "happen to us all." And step into our lives each day, "anyway, nevertheless, even so," to make what we can of it, to do what we can with it, in the time that is ours to live to serve and share the virtues/gifts/daemon/genius that are ours to express and exhibit while we still can, as long as we are able. May we not quit until we are done! Around the world! For always and ever! Amen! May it be so!
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Big home run here, Jim!
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