In
every station of life you will find amusements, relaxations, and enjoyments;
that is, provided you be willing to make light of evils rather than to hate
them.
Knowing
to what sorrows we were born, there is nothing for which Nature more deserves
our thanks than for having invented habit as an alleviation of misfortune,
which soon accustoms us to the severest evils. No one could hold out against
misfortune if it permanently exercised the same force as at its first onset.
I will
regularly hear people tell me how certain things in this world are boring, or offensive,
or frustrating. In response to an unpleasant state of affairs, the solution
will often be to hammer away at the circumstances until they are more
gratifying, or, if all possible convenience has been extracted from them, to
discard things entirely and replace them with new diversions.
This only
seems reasonable as long as we are under the illusion that the world will bend to
our wills. As soon as it becomes clear, as it must inevitably, that this is
hardly the case, all that remains is our own dissatisfaction. We grow accustomed
to having our happiness given to us by Fortune, and so we are then quite
helpless in providing it for ourselves from Nature.
I will
look quite the fool when I insist that nothing is boring but our own disinterest,
that nothing is offensive but our own irritability, and that nothing is
frustrating but our own resentment; if I allow that to annoy me, then I am just
failing to follow my own advice. When I discover value in whatever has come my
way, I can be at peace, but if I impose my demands and conditions upon events,
I will forever be restless.
Such a
shift of attitude, from working with Nature instead of against Nature, does not
come easily, and it does not come quickly. It will be the deliberate
strengthening of habit that brings order to impressions that are at first so
overwhelming, and this may take some time. Old inclinations and routines must
be broken down, and new ones built up in their place.
Once
again, it will be up to me whether I think of the effort as worthy or wasted, if
I take joy in the progress or find fault with the obstacles. What makes good
habits so uplifting, and bad habits such a heavy burden, is the force of repetition,
that the many small actions work together with an ever-increasing momentum.
Have I taken too many steps in the wrong direction? I can always start by
taking just one step back in the right direction, and the improvement has
already begun.
How many
times have I thought a task impossible, only later to laugh at my own doubts? Nature
gave me this power, by granting me my own reason and choice, and making me able
to give firm direction to my own purpose.
I may
once have said it was unbearable, but I needed only a bit of fortitude and practice,
and now I can actually navigate my way through the hardship, tame the trouble, and
harness the aggravation. The world doesn’t change for me, but I change myself. It
isn’t magic, but the forging of my own character.
Written in 10/2011
No comments:
Post a Comment