The Fullness of Days

Often days pass when I do not see anyone, days pass when I do not seek to see any person nor speak to him. The days pass quietly and simply. But I take care of the few things that are close to me not through their own fault. I try not to hurt them and wait for dusk to come so that I too can be quiet, lie down and rest from what I have done during the day. That's how life goes. Without great achievements, without anything special, without impressive or famous achievements and contributions to human civilization.

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.