Days Like This
Doing things that are fun, for work—Is it a good idea? Taking silly things seriously—Should it be done? Why is something fun in the first place?
Remember that song, “Mama Told Me There’d Be Days Like This?” Why is it so hard to remember that she was right?
I read in a meditation book a while ago that someone who had been practicing for decades said that she felt like she had more thoughts than ever. And I was like, oh great, so there’s really no hope for the rest of us. The better you get at something the more you notice how far you have to go.
And someone else said that we have present-moment bias, that we tend to view all the moments in our past as leading up to now, when reality is somewhat different. Maybe more arbitrary—definitely not as linear. So the expectation that we move in any kind of straight line is wrong. Things are more swirly, twirly than that. We make the storyline ourselves.
In a grownup world there is no correct answer or correct outcome.
Elie Wiesel said it better than me in Night.
“Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him,” he [Moshe] was fond of repeating. “That is the true dialogue. Man questions God and God answers. But we don’t understand His answers. We can’t understand them. Because they come from the depths of the soul, and they stay there until death. You will find the true answers, Eliezer, only within yourself!”
“And why do you pray, Moshe?” I asked him. “I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions.”