The day is ours, by God, to add to our riches.
Don’t waste it, make the best of it;
smooth its course with repeated treading.
Dedication and devotion, they beat like resonant drums.
I’ve got no arguments with any of that. Lots of distractions, but no arguments. The passage almost makes me think of having Purpose. That crazy notion that we went and got ourselves born for something greater than checking our cell phones, more powerful than surfing Facebook, more enlightening than watching TV.
We all have our weaknesses. Sometimes it feels like my weaknesses are stronger than I am. How could that not be depressing? Hoist some steel, depression is scared of steel. Go for a run, depression can’t keep up. Depression is actually kind of lazy, if you think about it, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t strong.
As soon as you start talking about purpose, some jokester wants an immediate answer. What is your purpose? Quick, you’ve got five seconds to answer . . . whaddya got? Don’t be fooled by the question. There is no easy answer, no short answer, no quick answer. Maybe you have an answer, but probably not. It doesn’t matter. Purpose isn’t defined by what you come up with on the spot, purpose is about the process, our life’s journey.
Just because you don’t have an immediate answer, or a thorough understanding, doesn’t mean that you have no purpose, it just means that you’re still in the process, still on the journey, still engaged in this life you went and got yourself borned into.
The day is yours, by the grace of God, to add to your life. Don’t get distracted, stay engaged; the more you work, the more benefit comes from your work. Focus and purpose are the rhythms of your life, and what you do is the melody.
Write lots of songs.