“Tired but still walking.”

H,

Life does not present as anything but exhausting. It is one thing or the other and if you are not trying, they say, you are decaying, lazy, and not worth the price of admission. You are always under pressure to pay the levy on your life, to fight against inevitable entropy and to focus energies on things that will show overt success. And so, tired but still walking, not sure what you want but chasing the common dream that no one remembers who started and no one, perhaps, really wants.

We are told of a new way. Yet, the old way seems more impending. Everything is made integral to living when most things are not. We forget how universal the good news is. We lose track of the simple faith we profess and hold on to the complex web that preachers weave in their search for meaning. We forget to just lie down and sleep. We forget to rest and to think. We forget that it is not pace that matters because time is truly on our side.

So, we must refocus on these thing of ours. There are no games here. There is no pecking order, no reward for human effort, no tracking system, no honour role, no performance medals, and no favorites. It is the complete opposite to all our heroic ideals about self. We do not get tired only because life is exhausting. We get tired because we forsake the truth and make it so.