It is easy to give up.
It gives you an excuse when life knocks you down, so you give up. You stay low.
It is easy to be complacent instead of working towards achieving your potential.
It is easy to sit on your ass watching TV instead of reading a book. “Books are boring”, you say. You want to know what is boring? Boring is: leading a meaningless existence.
Meaningless existence is taking in without giving. Meaningless is living with constant distractions. Meaningless are misplaced priorities, valuing promissory notes (money) over breaking promises. Meaningless is choosing to value things over having valuing character.
It is easy to say that this is the way things are and there is nothing that you can do about it. It is an arduous task to actually do something about “it”.
A meaningless life is unachieved potential.
“Thoughts are things. Negativity is what kills you… It’s tough to do, but you’ve got to work at living, you know? Most people work at dying, but anybody can die; the easiest thing on this earth is to die. But to live takes guts; it takes energy, vitality, it takes thought. . . . We have so many negative influences out there that are pulling us down. . . . You’ve got to be strong to overcome these adversities . . . that’s why I never stop.”
“You will get no comradeship and no encouragement…You will have to get used to living without results and without hope…There is no possibility that any perceptible change will happen within our own lifetime. We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing. It might be a thousand years. At present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. We cannot act collectively. We can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation…there is no other way.”
After the first reading the passage above, from George Orwell’s 1984, sounds dark, gloomy. Even somewhat nihilistic. But only at first first. Rereading it again I could not help but feel validated in the face of expended efforts done in pursuit of a certain aim or a goal. Validation is conveyed not through the optimistic words that reassure that what one is doing is right, just, and noble.
No. It is through the emergence of a feeling that the work that one is doing is a part of a bigger whole. Of seeing the big picture and seeing how you fit in into it. Coming to peace with the fact that the change that you are working towards will not come into effect in your lifetime. But persevering, nevertheless.