Because of all of this, my friends see me as worthless, a loser who did nothing important in my life, neither did I achieve the elementary things, nor the basics. Without reason, they say to me, I experienced life stealthily, I lived it in vain, going towards the common fate, death.
But if my friends knew my daily work, maybe they would change their minds, maybe they would even revise their opinions and theory.
Every day in morning I look reverently at the empty sky, I stare tenderly at the trees, regularly caress the wild flowers, listen carefully to the voices of the rivers and let the carefree calls of the birds in the sky soothe my hearing. Then I take care every day how I tread on the earth, not to damage God's insects , not to spoil the order of the gravel that the winds and chance have arranged.
I take care, then, if I meet people, to be compassionate and be disposed to forgive everything, I never fight back, and I leave when I feel I'm growing wearisome - and this happens all the time.
Generally speaking, I try daily to flow between the things and the lives of others without stopping them with my own extravagant wishes, and my own irrational demands that ask for an excessive share of pleasure.
In the evening I try to spend the night reconciled with everything and above all immersed in that feeling that constitutes the heart of life. The feeling that life is one and is not divided, that it has no small or great things, grand or minuscule but only functional spirits, thoughts, actions and things that all together unceasingly enshrine unity and shape the beautiful body of the unified life.
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"Living as a Lighthouse keeper" by Giorgos Kordis
Art: Michael Peter Ancher, 1849-1927, Danish artist.
