WHEN LIFE BECOMES PREDICTABLE
In Aesop’s fable of the ant and the grasshopper, the ant toiled all summer and then was able to pick up its heels and enjoy life in the winter. Most of us do not enjoy that luxury. Instead, we slave in all seasons, year in and year out. One the way to work, day after day we may pass the some people in the same place, until their faces become vaguely familiar. They, like us, committed to an unvarying routine.
Without lasting joy or fulfillment in living, the days merge into one indistinguishable blur of eating, sleeping, and getting up. Living such a life is like running a footrace with no goal: without the thrill of anticipation or the joy of crossing the finish line, why strain to keep up the pace? In life, too, only those with a clear sense of direction and purpose can stay the course with vigor.
In Aesop’s fable of the ant and the grasshopper, the ant toiled all summer and then was able to pick up its heels and enjoy life in the winter. Most of us do not enjoy that luxury. Instead, we slave in all seasons, year in and year out. One the way to work, day after day we may pass the some people in the same place, until their faces become vaguely familiar. They, like us, committed to an unvarying routine.
Without lasting joy or fulfillment in living, the days merge into one indistinguishable blur of eating, sleeping, and getting up. Living such a life is like running a footrace with no goal: without the thrill of anticipation or the joy of crossing the finish line, why strain to keep up the pace? In life, too, only those with a clear sense of direction and purpose can stay the course with vigor.
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