When you are waiting for something, a change, an answer, a decision, an outcome, it can be almost like the world is holding its breath.
Sometimes the World of Tranquillity can be a true blessing, a time to recover after a period of intense work for example.
Sometimes it can be be like the dying notes of a moving piece of music or the fading echoes of the most magnificent firework display.
Maybe the biggest difference between the two is whether you wish for Tranquillity or not.
If you do wish for it, Tranquillity can be the most restful of time, if not it can be like the quiet of the grave, peaceful but not something which you might actively desire.
Sometimes the World of Tranquillity can be a true blessing, a lull after a period of intense effort.
A life that is lived without purpose or focus, the kind in which one never discovers the reason why one was born, is joyless and lacklustre. To simply live, eat, sleep and die without any real sense of purpose, surely represents a life pervaded by the life-state of Tranquillity or Animality.
As you know, I’ve just had the perfect long weekend. Albeit that it’s a couple of days ago now, but the memories are still sinking in. In the past, I might be rueing having to come back to work, but the period I had without work has rather put a stop to that, and it’s also because I now have the ability to pour a mental calm over everything.
Sometimes the World of Tranquillity can be a true blessing, a lull after a period of intense effort.
When you are waiting for something, an answer, a decision, an outcome, it can be almost like the world is holding its breath.
Hands up all those who never thought they’d see that title on my blog … but today has been pretty awesome so far. Ok, so it’s Tuesday, and I’ve just had the perfect long weekend, but in work terms this is a notional Monday after all. But it has been a really great day, even though things have been a little hectic in the office, and all because I now have the ability to pour a certain calm over everything.
Yesterday and today could not have been much more different if they had tried. Yesterday I spent most of the day encouraging, cajoling and a couple of times, pushing someone to conquer a task that in actual fact, was way outside their comfort zone, namely cycling the fifty odd kilometres from Poole to Weymouth. That involved a great deal of talking, as you might expect.
A life that is lived without purpose or focus, the kind in which one never discovers the reason why one was born, is joyless and lacklustre. To simply live, eat, sleep and die without any real sense of purpose, surely represents a life pervaded by the life-state of Tranquillity or Animality.
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