Ideals VS Interests

ALOHA!

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He goes off to work.

A space is created.

Or revealed.

It is full of writhing

competing

concerns.

"Hey! Me over here!"

each one (of perhaps dozens)

yells all at once. . .

There will always be tasks, till the end of life.

I think that's what "Rest in Peace" means.

The "To Do" list is integral to our incarnate existence

and it's unending upkeep here.

. . . Yes certain worlds are always ending.

And certain people are attached passionately

to those ending worlds.

'Fin de siècle'

is not just a word to mispronounce

and the river of the Nile

is no longer a River of Denial

as millions awake

from a thirty year dream.

If young, you burn for possibilities;

if older you cheer them on

while thinking of stability and milk on the shelves.

Perhaps the best secret tonic

to perform the true alchemy

of changing ennui, fear & despair

into gold

is gratitude.

One begins mechanistically

(as one does to cultivate any new habit)

scratching the scalp trying to come up with

reasons to be grateful

but the cacophony is used to having it's sway

and we think always to be trapped

at their party.

But slowly gratitude ascends

 and broadens

like the sun.

(Touching everything)

It becomes a habit

and takes on a life of it's own.

Not a noisy life,

but punctuated with

quiet shouts of sudden joy.

Gratitude.

Not just because it is "a good thing to do"

or good and right & joyful,

or (forbid!) the sniveling of a slave

hoping to avoid more pain.

As gratitude takes on that life of it's own.

You will be out of step with others,

even thought 'simple.'

Your stomach will still churn from time to time.

Isn't that great!

For the dead need nothing no more.

But you and I need groceries.

Tomorrow I'll post about

bananas.

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