"No
one," I say, "that will give me no compensation worth such a loss
shall ever rob me of a day. Let my mind be contained within itself and improve
itself. Let it take no part with other men's affairs, and do nothing that
depends on the approval of others. Let me enjoy a tranquility undisturbed by
either public or private troubles."
But
whenever my spirit is roused by reading some brave words, or some noble example
spurs me into action, I want to rush into the law courts, to place my voice at
one man's disposal, my services at another's, and to try to help him even
though I may not succeed, or to quell the pride of some lawyer who is puffed up
by ill-deserved success.
At one moment I want to crawl down
into a little hole, and then at another I feel ready to charge out and fix all
the ills of society. I may attribute this to being discouraged or encouraged by
the changing circumstances around me, though I fear it has far more to do with
the uncertain convictions within me.
If a single obstacle forces me to run
away, or an inspiring appeal then has me protesting in the streets, that says
far more about my own vagaries than those of the world. It isn’t this or that
situation that is dragging me down or raising me up, it is my own unwillingness
to make good of this or that situation.
I know, and I am sure Serenus knows,
that the problem is somehow in our own thinking, even if we are not quite sure how to
pinpoint the problem.
We say we know, but then we don’t
do. We make commitments, and then we don’t keep them. Our circumstances toss us
this way and that, such that we can no longer tell up from down. We alternate
between crying, “I give up!” to yelling, “I’ll show you!”
I can hardly say there is anything
stable in my life if my whole outlook changes whenever something is inconvenient
or convenient, unpleasant or pleasant. I should see the warning signs when I violently
flip from one extreme to another, from the lowest low to the highest high and
then right back again, and I should be quite wary if this can even happen from
one part of the day to another.
I do recognize a certain pattern
here, and it is that this almost invariably happens when I have allowed my
passions to run ahead of my understanding. I am doing quite a bit of feeling,
as is quite natural, but I am not doing terribly much thinking, and that is
quite unnatural.
There is a problem when the dog
walks the man, instead of the man walking the dog.
It can be deeply troubling to find
myself in such an uncertain state. I may blame the world, or I may blame
myself, but blame alone achieves nothing. I was given the power of reason to
learn to be accountable for myself, and that is where I need to slowly and
carefully build my strength.
My very meaning and purpose should
not be drawn into question by whether or not I happen to see my shadow,
whenever I poke my head out of my burrow.
Written in 4/2011
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