And yet would not anyone admit
how much better it is, in place of exerting oneself to win someone else's wife,
to exert oneself to discipline one's desires.
In place of enduring hardships
for the sake of money, to train oneself to want little.
Instead of giving oneself trouble
about getting notoriety, to give oneself trouble how not to thirst for
notoriety.
Instead of trying to find a way
to injure an envied person, to inquire how not to envy anyone.
And instead of slaving, as
sycophants do, to win false friends, to undergo suffering in order to possess
true friends?
I relate
immediately to all these examples of the vices we work so very hard to pursue,
since they remind me that not only have people always been good in the same
ways, but also that people have always been bad in the same ways. What Musonius
saw then is exactly what I see now, whenever I look around me and, most
tellingly, whenever I look into myself. The trappings may be different, but
human nature, with all of its highs and lows, remains constant.
That we
will go to such extremes for the sake of the things that hurt us shows quite
clearly that our failures are not simply about laziness. The will is there,
though it is sadly misdirected. The work is done eagerly, yet we are confused
about the goals. What won’t we do if we really want something? How remarkable
our perseverance can be! The trick is, however, in knowing what to want, and in
knowing why it is worth wanting, and redirecting all that energy rightly.
Look at
the lengths we will go to for lust. I think of all the time I wasted to simply
get a girl I fancied to look my way, though there was never any rhyme or reason
for my attachment. I think of all the men and women I knew who hatched
elaborate schemes of seduction, only to win a few moments of animal
gratification.
Now
imagine if that force had all been channeled into a selfless love, the sort
that asks for no other satisfaction than the love itself. Imagine if it had all
been used to acquire temperance, a rule over oneself!
Look at
the lengths we will go to for wealth. I think of all the time I wasted trying
to have more stuff, though it was never entirely clear how the act of
possessing anything would make me any better or happier. I think of the
get-rich-quick schemes I have seen people run after, while nothing about them
was ever quick, or easy.
Now
imagine if that force had all been channeled into a focus upon the goods of the
soul, not just the goods of the body. Imagine if it had all been used to be
happy with less, instead of wanting more!
Look at
the lengths we will go to for fame. I think of all the time I wasted wanting to
be recognized, praised, or admired, though it never had anything to do with who
I truly was. I think of all the clever tricks I have watched people use to
create an image for themselves, covering nothing but a personal mediocrity
underneath.
Now
imagine if that force had all been channeled into the improvement of character
over appearance. Imagine if it had all been used to build a respect for oneself over a
reliance upon the respect of others!
Look at
the lengths we will go to for resentment. I think of all the time I wasted
being angry and jealous, how deeply I stewed and simmered when others had
something I did not. I think of the most horrific plots I have endured, where
people find ways to do their worst to those they hate, from the schoolrooms of
youth to the boardrooms of adulthood.
Now
imagine if that force had all been channeled into helping rather than hurting.
Imagine if it had all been used for cooperation rather than conflict!
Look at
the lengths we will go to for winning friends. I think of all the time I wasted
wanting to receive, wanting to be liked, wanting to be the center of a circle.
I think of the games people played to widen their hold over others, thinking
that having more acquaintances in their lives was somehow the same as having
friends.
Now
imagine if that force had all been channeled into giving over receiving, in liking
instead of being liked, in closing the circle rather than being at the center
of the circle. Imagine if it had all been used for offering a hand, not for being
handed anything!
The
effort I must exert will be the same for lust or for love, for opulence or for
frugality, for fame or for dignity, for hatred or for compassion, for receiving
or for giving. Which reward will truly be worth it?
Written in 8/1999
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