“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden
It won't be long now until we roar back into life.
We need to; we have to; we have no choice.
I'm not so sure but anyway, that's not the point of this post.
I know, more than anything else, the thing that I'll miss in having to rejoin my old life is being .
And I don't just mean the non-speaking part; I mean being quiet in my actions, my speech and even, dare I say, my life essence.
Even now, sitting here at my wee desk, I feel it. The essence of a quiet life: nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one per se that I need speak to. Perhaps that's why I've opined upon my predilection towards living in hermitage.
It shouldn't be, but I'm sure it will be, super hard to hold this line but I do wonder how I can bring more of this quietness into my old life. Don't worry, for now, that's for me to sit with and not to eke out a few more words to explain my current thinking. All I'll say is that the more I'm subsumed by the old way, the less I'll be at home — all body, mind and spirit.
What about you?
Is being quiet something you've enjoyed or are you looking forward to getting back to something resembling normal in the next few (I hesitate to say this) months? I'd love to know.
Anyhow, I want to keep this post short and leave you to enjoy the rest of your Saturday. I will though leave you with the poem below by Jeffrey McDaniel.
BY JEFFREY MCDANIEL( Collapse )
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