There are parts of my job that are repetitive and monotonous. I perform these tasks because they need to be done and because it’s what I get paid to do. I often remind myself that they don’t call it work for nothing. But occasionally, I run across gems like this one:
We are a part of a larger reality, a vast, vibrant community of meadow and mountain, water and sky, a great rush of life rich with possibility but also bounded by necessity. All things come and go. Whether this be a formula for weary resignation or for tranquil acceptance of the inevitable, the most we can hope for is that all things come and all things go over and over again (John S. Mogabgab, published in Weavings).
These words were exactly what I needed to hear today.