Wednesday, February 4
Pace of life
What marks out the beat of life? Is it played on the bass drum or the snare? In talking with people in my work, and in reviewing my own life, I'm struck by the extent to which as a society we've immersed ourselves in the race forward. There is surely a cost to be paid. I wonder whether this current time will be viewed by history as productive or merely foolish. People are seeing the effects our lifestyle is having on our environment, yet we seem blind to what we are planting in ourselves. Life wasn't meant to be frantic.* I come again to the conclusion I need to do less. I'm just terrible at saying no, frequently unwilling to prioritise to achieve things, and unhappy with the results. Ahh, perhaps if I just achieve a little more, then I'll be happy. There's the future to think of, after all.
Yet what if. What if I... and what if I didn't... ? Radical thoughts.
* Ironically, this was the title of a series of weekends run by my father in the late 70s and first couple of years of the 80s in Sydney, Australia. I would have thought things have wound up a few notches since then too.
