The struggle and the rest

Some people like for life to be a struggle. That sounds like a crazy thing to say, doesn’t it? But it’s true. Some people like to dwell on what they don’t have or what has gone wrong and that’s a struggle. Some people like to dwell on the ways other people have hurt them and that’s a struggle. Some people like to fight and that’s- well, that’s a fight. But some people like to make bad choices that set them back so they have to claw their way back up to even ground. These people like to work hard but they don’t know they do. Because they are always tired and they think, “Man, if I could just get a break, just catch my breath and rest for a second. If I could rest. A rest is what I need.” And when they get that chance to rest, they realize how much work they could be doing. And sometimes they feel guilty and sometimes they just can’t stand to pass up a chance to grab a little more. A little more money, a little more attention or a little more action. So, they work again. If there is no work to be done, they’ll make some. And it’s a circular struggle to get a little bit ahead of where they were before. And sometimes they do. But sometimes they just struggle. They claw and fight and struggle. Forever. Until they’re dead. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between a hard-worker, a go-getter and someone who’s addicted to the struggle. Sometimes they’re the same. But there’s honor in working hard and none in being a martyr.  That’s not me, man.

Not me. I’m going to enjoy it when I can. There have been times I’ve struggled. And I’m good at it. I’m good at clawing and fighting and struggling. When I have to. But I don’t want it. I don’t veer off Easy Street on purpose. I take the opportunity to just be with the people I love. Sip a cup of hot coffee on a cold morning. And then maybe have another. Read a book for no purpose other than I just like it. Let the kitchen floor gather crumbs once in awhile.

And this is something to teach Jack Aaron. Work hard when it’s time to work. Play hard when it’s time to play. And rest when it’s time to rest.

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