“Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death--ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.”
― James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
We're so often eaten up by trivialities.
And before we know it, if this pernicious virus doesn't get us, it will end:
Surely knowing that should make us reflect more deeply than we do?
This week I've been waking up to the thunderous sound of one word:
To say No to everything that doesn't fill my life with joy.
Well, something like that which is (of course) contrary to what all the gurus tell us; namely, we should say "Yes" to everything to make our lives richer in meaning etc.
But I can't handle that right now.
It's already small by dint of my daily routine that's positively monastic that or I might as well be incarcerated. Sorry, that sounds awful. My life isn't the slightest bit like a prisoner but then again, I can't seem to escape the same time, same place, same routine cadence.
And that's why No is the order of the day.
Let's see if today it still manifests that way and I can say No to screen time, No to checking Twitter, No to the housework, leaving me free for (inter alia) more nature and book time — the two things that are keeping me in the game right now.
Anyhow, that's enough of my prose.
Have a good one.
PS. Thank you to everyone who has left a comment or two on these posts. As I'll never stop saying, they mean the world to me.