Little Units

Life is a series of lit­tle units of real­ity. Set­tle down into each one and do each one as it comes along. That may sound sim­plis­tic, but it is the art of the truly suc­cess­ful. Self-defeating addic­tive­ness is try­ing to live by “gulp­ing down” real­ity. That does not work. Time was cre­ated to pace every­thing. That pace is in very small units. By the time you get to work, you have done hun­dreds of very small things. Joy is found in being at peace in each of those small things.

Wor­ry­ing is the neg­a­tive antic­i­pa­tion of what might hap­pen in any of the future units of real­ity. It is a waste of energy and a waste of time. Just stay where you are. Hit the ball when it comes over the net, and then wait for the ball to return. The genius in life is in the wait­ing. Ulti­mate real­ity will give you the day it intends at its own pace — not yours. Patience is more than a virtue. It is the foun­da­tion of basic sanity.

Do not get ahead of your­self. All that should hap­pen will hap­pen. What deter­mines that is much big­ger than you are. You too are a unit of real­ity in the grand scheme of things — and you count. Great build­ings are built one brick at a time…one board at a time…one nail at a time…

Great lives are the result of pay­ing atten­tion to the lit­tle things. Live in the day you have. Learn from but for­get the past. Look for­ward but do not try to live beyond where you are right now. Right now is all you need. The next unit of real­ity is on its way, and it will be dif­fer­ent. The ten­nis ball of life is com­ing back over the net. It will come to you within your reach.

Anx­i­ety is a habit. It is one thing to look for­ward, it is quite another to cre­ate mon­sters that are not there. Life comes to us at the pace of breath­ing. More is accom­plished and enjoyed in deep, slow breaths.