Fact of life: there will never be enough time to do everything. It is indeed interesting that none of us would disagree with this statement, yet by virtue of the way we live our lives, we deny its truth much of the time. This is evidenced by all manner of stress, fatigue and hopelessness, and forward onto disorders of anxiety, fatigue, depression etc.
We cannot do everything.
Yet, we’ll all try to skate by on as little sleep as we can, struggling, burning the candle at both ends... running headlong into a catastrophe of our very own making.
Our only choice is to accept that which we cannot change. Missing some things in life now is better than missing everything later; that’s a potential reality if we breakdown or have a heart attack or stroke and die.
There is wisdom in not planning too much. We can legalistically push ourselves far too much, demanding that we journal and record and plan and consider. For those who are already diligent, what is wrong with just simply living life?
And diligence is the key. Balance also. We must strike a wilful balance relating to our diligence, for too much diligence—onto a wanton frenetic discharge of life; a life gone crazy—will most certainly (and paradoxically) bring lack, sooner or later.
Those of us who’ve genuinely felt some of the sting of burnout will know how thin our capacities run. We feel so capable and we are—yet what a fine line it is; the capacity of one human being: mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
Let’s not kid ourselves any longer. The smartest person finds time to do the things they must. They don’t simply “do,” they make the necessary things happen.
The rest of life is voluntary, “desirable criteria,” for the passions; for pure love.
When we take a huge breath in and then exhale all the way out and then simply look, emptying the thought-drenched mind and the heart heavy of things to do, we slowly (but surely) have the cognition of a wonderful reality.
Time: there’s truly an abundance of it. Not to make the most of everything. But to truly appreciate this thing called life—to reflect upon the many varied things that are required of us, which we do achieve.
We cannot have all things in this life. Accept this and we master a great many things in one foul swoop. And acceptance is, finally, the golden key.
We can never do all the things we want to do. Rest easy in the knowledge of that and watch out world—here we come!
© 2009 S. J. Wickham.