I left the TV off. It just didn’t seem to matter so much now.
After a while I found an old copy of Poor Richard’s Almanack (which I had known was in there somewhere though I expected it would take far longer to find) and decided that what I was best at was persistence. Everywhere I could see examples of starting on something, dropping it, starting something else, dropping that, moving to another task, et cetera and so on. Wasn’t that what persistence was – never exactly giving up?
Long ago I read a meditation by someone wise. It had about fourteen lines (not rhyming or scanning) and began
To us it is given At no stage ever to rest
and later on had stuff about going on , climbing maybe, from life unto life. Thanks to call centre technology there’s always a call waiting – their work is never done, they could work continuously if they chose, without even toilet breaks.
But we were meant to sleep at night, weren’t we? Some people don’t even do that.
And the bit that does astral travel or whatever? Now there’s a part of us that never even stops work. Is that what the wise one was talking about?
Even plant growth isn’t continuous. Plants do a growth spurt, pause to gather strength, then do the next one. What’s that if it isn’t persistence ? They just grow where they’re put (or die if they can’t) and have no choice about it. Does that make them completely subconscious?
But I’m nature’s greatest miracle. With the power and responsibility of choice. I never get to rest from that.
I looked at all the junk I hadn’t sorted yet.
Was it really all mine? And if so, wouldn’t it have taken so many lifetimes to amass all that? And if so, mightn’t I get more than one to get it all sorted out ?
I decided to commemorate where I was at with a poem.
Never desist, always insist. Even if dissed, always persist. Of what the journey may consist How trickily the road may twist Or circumstances may resist Or what gets missed, hidden in mist Finding these out may make you pissed But simply add them to your list And feed them to your mill as grist. However endless my existence Moments alone can eat the distance.