The stars that take their course across the sky every night. My daily life.
The story is one of an endless cycle. Awaken, go about my day, sleep, only to arise again.
The folly of done. Of accomplishment. Ticking tasks on the list as done, and somehow expecting the cycle to stop and give me respite.
This is one of the insights from Day 11 of the 75 Hard program. Each day is relentless. Each day asks me to perform the tasks assigned to me, without pity or consideration. Each day will be followed by another, with its required tasks, until I die.
Speed is unnecessary and desiring speed is silly. It cannot be given to me, even as I cannot make the earth circle the sun a bit faster because I want it to be summer again.
This is another way to think of the mills of God, grinding slowly.
What do I take from this?
Life is relentless. The treadmill moves at its own pace. Sprinting or sitting on the treadmill? Both pointless.
It’s time to find my pace. And peace.