I do not want to be writing this today. I don’t want to do anything. I’m fatigued, I have been eating poorly, I am sleepy and I have no motivation. I just want to lay in bed and hope that life will deliver happiness and prosperity to my pillow. That wouldn’t be right, though. I want to do the right thing, even if I don’t see the benefit. I’m not even sure that it is the right thing, but I know that it is not wrong; it is not the wrong thing, a detrimental thing. For me, sometimes doing a thing that I am certain is not the wrong thing, might be the closest thing I can find to doing the right thing, at least then I am progressing in some direction.
The “right” thing is to do the next right thing. I am afforded the opportunity to see the payoff that comes with making teeny-tiny “right” decisions in people’s lives on a daily basis.
I have a friend. My friend does the right thing day in and day out. He doesn’t live a complex life; he doesn’t make complex decisions. He makes decisions based on the information placed in front of him, as it is placed in front of him. He expects very little but enjoys very much. He enjoys simplicity and appreciates the luxuries that it affords almost as much as the pitfalls that it avoids. His simplicity allows for consistency. It doesn’t stop problems from popping up and it doesn’t grant him immunity to discomfort, but it allows him to live life within a relative range of “ups and downs” that keeps him from steering too far off course.
I was speaking to my friend about his philosophy for living life the way in which he does, and he told me,
“If you never leave the basics, you never have to go back to them.”
Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,