Life has a way of being very full at times, and very empty at times. It is in the emptiness that we wonder how to operate - so used to the fullness we are. We nearly seek out something to fill the spaces. yet in our times of fullness, we seek the rest of emptiness. The thought processes of each state propel us forward into the next. Thought when we get there, we enjoy the new location no more than the first.
Today the house is quiet, my mind is mostly empty and I have no given desire or drive to do or accomplish anything. So that at first, it looks like an opportunity to rest. Yet, in the void of thought or desire, there builds a voice that I think has a lot to do with value, that urges me out of rest into a need to be moving - in some direction. It is a voice that says rest is unproductive and lazy. It says that in order to be of value, I must be working toward something. And so my rest becomes a place of discontent instead of peace. In turn, my rest becomes not restful, but anxiety.
At times, I think we must choose to rest - not just our bodes, but our minds. We must fight the lie that accomplishment equals value and that value determines identity. As if being a person of peace and rest wouldn't offer an identity of it's own.
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