Balance

When I have plenty of time for contemplation, I get lazy and depressed. My mind begins to wander, and I think of all the things I would like to have, things I would like to do, places I would like to go. But my purpose here is not to find whatever things will make me happy, provide comfort, or give me temporary pleasures. That would be such a waste of a life. My purpose is to serve others and find every way I can to be a blessing. Those ends require an active life, voluntary participation, radical departure from the norm. When I have no time for contemplation, I get a lot done but forget why I’m doing it. My actions gradually lose their meaning, causing me to resign from them and draw away to myself again. Making time for contemplation amongst my myriad other activities seems then, to me, to be the best option. Keeping life in balance, subduing selfish desires, benefitting others, these are a daily struggle, but well worth pursuing.