As I try to impregnate, to invest, my actions with active feeling, I am struck how undignified and immiserating it is to be continually in a hurry. How can you take pleasure in a day when it is one stressor after another? How can you feel the dignity of being human when you are continually racing from here to there and back again?
I was in the book store yesterday–I am glad there are still book stores–and saw Marie Kondo’s book. It occurs to me today that most of us could stand to see our TIME uncluttered. Watching mindless TV, for many of us, is the equivalent of a closet filled with shit we don’t need, will never use, and yet still manage not to throw away.
Do you have time to spend a few minutes today watching a rain shower, or birds singing in the trees? Why not?
How much do you really need? Your mansion will not save you from premature death from stress, chronic anger, chronic frustration, and alcoholism.
A Return to Dignity. This might be a good motto for something.