Danny James

Tag: strive

401

All this incessant preoccupation with productivity. To be deified of harmonising many errands, an unrelenting metabolism for busyness ever striving and dissatisfied. Success, that mountain with heights supposed upon the climber depends. From what desolation would you escape if arriving at a higher tier of achievement you take the same cold unfulfilled self you brought from the valley? What sits at the summit you have not? How few who reach for the top have filled their depths with the Sunlight.

399: Startle the Heavens

We climbed with Olympian vigour and reserves of immortality, with speed tearing space and time. From our astral thread fell away the stars and comets attempting to overtake. We brushed an outer ceiling and dared the edges, fatiguing Nature and contesting the rules of our make, waging a war worth all the while on the human bargain. We scorched the lands and startled the heavens, bounding with such force that each stride caused the Earth to groan and shudder beneath us, staggering in its cosmic sling attempting to stabilize.
We plunged unrestrained into what depths required us; physically, intellectually, spiritually and wholly. Our smiling mouths filled with dust. Our brows bore the struggles mark; eyes, glazed the reward lust of a reaching gasp, a leap across the chasm of an everyday existence, a hard-fought climb to the spires of our contents; A final attempt at one moment of everlastingness. One waned of resource, does feed by the exert of it. To seek and strive extracts the essentialness of the situation at hand and on the road, you hollow out on and something else, something more glorious and spirit preserving replaces what is spent. The depletion seems to be on a parallel trajectory to what is built and the more difficult, perilous and costly the ascension, the firmer a resolve to overcome is driven up from the depths. When the only finitude recognised is what holds within. When close to the heart sits a hunger that will not be covered over or silenced but engages energies otherworldly in the full pursuit of its own exhaustion.

112: Finally

I believe I have finally arrived at that fine and bracing estate of contentedness for which we all strive, yet stray many from. Where the gradient begins to level at last and reveals a most appealing and inhabitable clearing in all directions within the kindling eyes compass. I’ll tell you, have I never found so much progress or benefit, as that day I stood with my own heaping harassments, and decided that for all my dying days I would none but ‘be a friend to myself,’ and left all the frivolous details and unnecessaries the soul grudges itself abiding. All men and fortunes expire by instants. The future someday will come, and must be forgot, only quick enough to recollect to oneself the value in every remaining hour, nor need one calculate what has passed but for how it has progressed thee to these glorious moments to which the wise will bind, and thus in all circumstances of the world, a present and willing friend find.

72: Take a knee, soldier

Unless they are aligned with your own hopes and pursuit of a truthful, just and purposeful existence consigned by Natures ordinance, be absolved of your need to carry another’s heavy expectations. More so, abandon those of your own forming you would dutifully hoist upon your bowed shoulders by some misled sense of import. There is too great an expense attached to the enterprise. Though indeed a stout man, in honour and action, and accepting all things under Creation’s gentle regulation are reconciled, knowing thus there is no challenge or change in this world you are not fit to bear, remember still; you are but a man.

Grant yourself leave to fail, to miss, to hold back, make another run when at full might, when the fires of presence once more your vessels rumble, and the winds of opportunity, blowing aims direction again press at your back; to have an ordinary day; unheroic and un-accomplished: It is sufficient, with what vigour resides in you that does not reach or strive to answer impossible notions, to just be.