Day 136a: Delving through Despair … (September 12, 2019)
Without question there were times when my frustration and fatigue turned into despair; times when I became despondent over the intensity of the callousness exhibited by so many of the men & women I encountered along the way &/or the almost complete lack of support or even interest I was receiving for The Walk from anyone “back home” or even online in general. And this happened to be one of those deeply saddened mornings – a morning when I sat for awhile in the Hardee’s across the street from the church, drinking my standard early morning cup of pre-walk water and wondering whether any portion of this Great Undertaking would ever bring forth any commensurately Good Fruit. And then I sighed and shrugged my shoulders and smiled (the usual trifecta of responses I tended to offer up whenever feeling down or blue) and limp-waddled back out onto The Way – determined to keep walking for peace anyway, even if little to no peace would ever arise as a result …
“The courage it took to get out of bed each morning — the courage to get up and face the same banal tasks & engage the same vapidly vain people over and over again — was truly enormous. And yet the tasks were the vessels for his Love, and those people the only needful objects of the same. And so get up and face them he did; over & over & over again.” ~ inspired by Charles Bukowski
“When we create peace and joy for others, we can find and maintain peace and joy within ourselves. And once the same is engaged and thereby rediscovered, we then gain the ability to embrace the entire external world with the same emotions, perspective, and vibration. This ability is itself a form of resolve – a crystallization of decency and caring, if you will. And it is this modern man’s Enlightenment that transforms a slothful existence into one of persistent diligence, a meaningless repetition of habits into a scintillating life of purpose, and an ultimately unsatisfying being into one of sheer bliss & untainted fulfillment.” ~ inspired by Alaric Hutchinson
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