Under the Green Desk Lamp…
It’s not that I’m getting old. I’m not feeling especially tired either. Besides, those are hardly the sorts of things I’m inclined to worry about. At least I’d like to think that’s the case. It’s just that there’s so very much to do. So many aspirations, and so dreadfully little time. Occasionally, I suppose, I get the sense I’m running a little behind.
A man can dream of innumerable potential lives, but has only one to live. With each commitment, another potential sets sail. There are always the basics to cover: a stable job, a place to live, a good group of friends. It’s not so very much, but each aspect shaves off a bit more time that could theoretically be spent elsewhere.
Each day spent on one thing is wasted to all else. We make our decisions, parse out our time and effort as we see fit, and carry on the best we can.
But the dreams, aspirations, and desires do not fade. Neither do the questions.
How does one balance the daily grind, and also seek to better himself?
Do the basics of daily living get in the way of aspirations to change the world? Or is the way we live daily the very thing which defines our world?
Can a man ever be his best self without a better half? Do we live to serve, and if so, who?
Is our duty to ourselves, our loved ones, or the world as a whole?
We all dream of answers. Of contentment, adventure, satisfaction.
Some of us actually find them. Others manage to convince themselves they have. The rest, I suppose, search forever.
Each day can feel like an effort. Sometimes they may require an exhausting exertion just to get through. Yet as each day closes, how many unanswered questions and unaddressed desires remain? The love you’ve yet to find. The voice you’ve yet to share. The world you’ve yet to live in. What about them?
It’s not so old by any stretch of the imagination.
Still, there are times—day, evening, or night—when I get that weird feeling in my gut. Like maybe, I’m just running a little behind.
-Brad OH Inc.