Let
no act be done without a purpose, nor otherwise than according to the perfect
principles of art.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 4 (tr
Long)
Now it
may seem quite obvious to say that everything should be done with a purpose, or
that everything should be done well. Surely we all have our reasons for acting
as we do, and we all try to do our best?
Sometimes,
however, we don’t appear to act for any real purpose at all, or at least not
for one that can be clearly conceived or intelligently articulated. Our
intentions may come only from surrender to instinct and desire, or we may
embrace what seems to be easiest or most popular. We may act from thoughtless
habit, or from the pressures outside of us, or from a hasty estimation of
impressions.
Why did
we do this or that? “I don’t know.” “Just because.” “I felt like it.” “Who
cares?” We often associate these sorts of responses with younger people, though
I have heard them just as often from those who are older. Those of us who
should know better just sound more smug and clever when we speak this way.
Nor do
we always strive to do things well. In fact, we quite often do as little as we
can to scrape by. Indeed, having perhaps neglected to keep in mind a purpose,
we also neglect to have our actions live up to any real goal or expectation.
The
principles of art here are not just those of art in the narrow sense of the fine
arts, but art in the broader Classical sense, techne, of using the powers of the mind to make or produce
something that is or practical use and benefit. It is the skill of any fine
craftsmanship. A man who makes something well will take pride in his
production, because he knows what purpose it serves, and he knows what is
needed to achieve that purpose. The means of his craft are always ordered
toward a proper end.
Remove
that aiming for a goal, and we remove our concern for how well we do the job.
If we don’t care why we are doing something, we will hardly care about the
quality of what we do.
The
Stoic, I believe, will always keep in mind the ultimate purpose of everything
that he does, in even the most commonplace tasks. Once he forgets this, his
actions are unmoored and drifting without direction. How is the smallest deed
assisting me to perfect my human nature, and how is this in turn serving the
fullness of all Nature?
I often
find myself frustrated with a chore, or burdened by doing something that seems
pointless. It won’t make me rich, it isn’t making me feel good, and it
certainly doesn’t get me any appreciation. Why bother doing it well, or even
doing it at all?
When I
feel that kind of resentment, I know I need to tune my thinking. I will make a
deliberate decision to reorder my sense of purpose. I take a moment to remind
myself that I am not here on this earth to make money, or to be gratified, or
to win anyone’s respect. I am here on this earth to be happy by practicing
wisdom, courage, temperance, and justice, and anything I do, however menial it
may seem, can give me a chance to do all of these things. I am here for a
reason, and everything I am faced with can share in that reason.
Practice
can, of course, make this easier, but quite often, when I am distracted by false
goods, I find myself having to start from square one. No matter. Like
Hephaestus at his forge, the god of all craftsmen, I can strive to make
something of the highest quality, in the knowledge that it improves me, and
that it may assist others in improving themselves. That can be my purpose, and
that can be my reward.
Written in 4/2005
Image: Peter Paul Rubens, Vulcan Forging the Thunderbolts of Jupiter (c. 1636)
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