i’m hoping to make a sacrifice, i’m hoping to make some time.
distractions abound and i find myself racing towards them. thankful lists compiling activity and people fall short of the kind of gratitude i’m lacking as of late.
but i’m not so sure i can pull it off.
well then, how about a minute or two?
some brief, dedicated time to sit free of distraction and for what purpose exactly?
pascal says it simply and best –
“we run heedlessly into the abyss after putting something in front of us to stop us from seeing it.”
thomas morris follows that with this explanation –
“death is the abyss. we want desperately to avoid it. we want just as desperately to avoid having to wrestle with the issues it raises. we try to do everything we can to create within us a sense that death is not near, that it can be ignored, that the ultimate issues are mists far beyond the horizon.”
ain’t it the truth, thomas?
i have finite time on this planet.
as do each of my children.
as do you.
and diversion isn’t wrong. in and of itself. some are noble and good. family, work, justice. and relaxation is also necessary. tv. novels. flitting from here to there. vacating.
but if i’m honest, the scales of my life have tipped.
i’m out of a rhythm that includes the contemplation of what is needful for a good life, that asks the ultimate questions.
must i wait for tragedy to strike before i examine my own existence?
the scales tip toward distraction and diversion.
and so i’m going to put some weight on the other side today and tomorrow and the next day, too – i hope.
i hope to make that sacrifice.
i hope to make the time.