H,
Life does not present as anything but exhausting. It is one thing or the
other and if you are not trying, they say, you are decaying, lazy, and not worth
the price of admission. You are always under pressure to pay the levy on your
life, to fight against inevitable entropy and to focus energies on things that
will show overt success. And so, tired but still walking, not sure what you
want but chasing the common dream that no one remembers who started and no one,
perhaps, really wants.
We are told of a new way. Yet, the old way seems more impending. Everything
is made integral to living when most things are not. We forget how universal
the good news is. We lose track of the simple faith we profess and hold on to
the complex web that preachers weave in their search for meaning. We forget to
just lie down and sleep. We forget to rest and to think. We forget that it is
not pace that matters because time is truly on our side.
So, we must refocus on these thing of ours. There are no games here. There
is no pecking order, no reward for human effort, no tracking system, no honour
role, no performance medals, and no favorites. It is the complete opposite to
all our heroic ideals about self. We do not get tired only because life is
exhausting. We get tired because we forsake the truth and make it so.