Why do we concern ourselves with things outside of our proximity and control? What is it to us of what happens elsewhere in another city, another state, another land, where the moon is out, while here the sun is risen? Is life, in the moment, right now, not full of its own concerns?
I have stripped myself of all the outside noise of this world, and I wouldn’t say that I’m anymore at peace than the poor fool who concerns himself with sifting through the cacophonous media. What I can say is that I can more clearly control what exactly is consoling my soul and strictly eliminate the unnecessary noise that may disturb it. Yet, despite operating in this mode of simplicity, there is still struggle, a fight for reason, for the ordering of the intellect, a labor for wisdom. It is not easy, but very difficult, and in this wrestling as it were, there is much to look forward to, much to hope for, much to dream of, many wonderful and beautiful experiences in store.
But it’s not for free, it’s not for the faint of heart, but for the valiant, the persistent. There is too much work to do, such little time to do it, the clock keeps ticking, and the last thing we should do is concern ourselves with unnecessary things.
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