Harmony, peace, rest are the blessings that all men crave, even when
they do not understand their own desires. To say that peace and rest
are inherently impossible of attainment is to say that we are formed
with desires that tantalize and torment us, as a mirage tantalizes the
traveler dying of thirst in the desert, with no hope of satisfying
those desires. It is in effect to say that a cruel monster governs this
world and takes delight in our suffering.
He who tries with apparent disregard of harmony to enforce his own will
is, after all, striving in his blind and hopeless way for harmony.
He thinks that to make his will supreme would bring peace, and so he
tries to have his own way: that accounts for much tyranny, especially
domestic tyranny.
That so few do attain happiness and rest in their lives is because of
this misunderstanding of life rather than from any inability to gain
happiness and rest. We allow trifles to distract us from our real
purpose. We feel ourselves so pressed and oppressed by petty cares that
we cannot find time during the day to do all that we feel we must do.
It would be well for us to follow Pitt’s rule, to do our part in the
world instead of trying to run it.
If that rule worked in his high and responsible position, it would
probably work in our less important places. Most of us spend our
strength for that which is naught, largely because we do not examine
the nature of the “duty” which presents itself to us. We should
probably find that our duties are not worth doing, or else that another
could do them as well.
Rest brings sleep more than sleep brings rest.
CHAPTER XLIII
“LETTING GO”
In sleep’s sweet fetters bound.
LORD NEAVES.
A frequent cause of suffering among men and women is their idea
that they are necessary to the running of things. Usually they find
themselves mistaken. The head of a firm was once warned by a physician
that he must take a rest to avert a breakdown, but the man declared
it to be an impossibility for him to get away from the office for
even a week. He gripped his business so tight that he could not let
go, nor could he see that others could do it as well as he could. In
such a state of mind the doctor’s warning added another worry, fear
for himself,—so at last the predicted breakdown came. He had reached
the point where he had to let go, for his grip, both physical and
mental, was gone. For six months he could not concern himself with
business affairs, the necessity of fighting for life and renewed health
occupying all his faculties. He refused to let himself think of the
outcome, but put his attention upon getting well.
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