I am watching a movie called "after life." It is about a sort of station where people go in between life on earth and in heaven. At this point, they are given a few days to decide which memory of their life they will take to heaven. They only allowed one. As the characters replay the moments that make up a lifetime, we see many moments (and in some cases entire lifetimes) wasted. And a few things occur to me:
My most cherished moments invlove:
- simple pleasures
- connecting with people or nature
- acts of intention
And though I have enjoyed many a day drifting, I regret them even more, for a day drifting with no end in mind is one of a limited lot wasted. I am sure that the best moments and lifetimes are those brought about by purposefull action. I am reminded of a quote I once had at my bedside to arm me in the war against my own laziness...
he who does not rouse himself when it is time to rise,
though young and strong is full of sloth,
whose will and thoughts are weak,
that lazy and idle man will never find the way to enlightenment.
strenuous is the path of immortality, sloth the path of death.
those who are strenuous do not die; those who are slothful are as if dead already.
~Sakyamuni