Rest: Re-charge. Relax. Re-Fresh.
Sometimes the angst of getting stuck, of not being able to bring one’s self to move on, to keep on striving, has little – if not nothing – to do with the sheer absence or waning of zeal, strength, diligence, inspiration et al.
There must be some time – no matter how brief – to wait to replenish one’s energy reserves; to pause, to reflect and to put into perspective the journey-so-far; or simply, to spend worthwhile moment to re-FRESH-en the totality of one’s being.
IF you must.
WHEN you must.
For IF one considers how stale and lethargic the stamina of ‘moving on’ would be without it, RESTing cannot be counted a waste of time.
And WHEN one can honestly judge that s/he needs it, and has ‘worked’ hard enough to sort of earn it, then REST cannot be a brilliant excuse to indulge oneself in momentary idleness, – laziness, even.
So if you really must, Rest.
And when you do need to, do Rest.
…there must be a reason why on day seven, even God, did REST.
…My Response (in a Conversation).
alone feeds no one.
in itself does nothing to shift, to lift the load.
In fact, hope has never been, and probably, never will, be an end in itself.
There are times when we cling to hope, not because we don’t know, we can’t do, or even, that we haven’t seen better. Those are the times when our
being may not depend on it. Hope.
Our centre-ing, our sanity, our stamina may (depend on it). That there will always be The Next Lap, The Next Level to a place, some place – the positively unsatisfied, the progressive – should be enough evidence that
hope will be around for a long time, for as long as (wo)man is….
reciprocity. I call it not just talking and not just walking the talk,
and becoming the talk. And I call it integrity.
* for M
– Sunday, 23 July, 2017; Kumasi.