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    Tag: Lin Yutang

    • The Precious Few

      “Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.” ― Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living

      The older I get, the less I care about the accumulation of things like accolades and titles and possessions. Sure, it’s nice to have that crystal bowl gifted to my bride and I when we got married, but we’ve never touched it, save to dust it off and place it back on the shelf again. So why do we hold on to it anymore? So the shelf won’t be empty?

      The thing is, it’s easier to just leave things in place as we move on to other things. But then we have all these things we don’t really need or want accumulating all around us. What’s the point of it all? It all amounts to nothing but an anchor. We all need an anchor now and then, but it doesn’t need to be so big that we can’t haul it up when we want to move on to the next beautiful place in our lives.

      Lately I’ve been looking at the roles I play in my life, and deciding which to dust off and keep and which to eliminate from my life. The person I once was is nice, but if I’m not that person anymore, why keep doing the same old things I did then? We ought to eliminate the non-essential from our lives that we might linger with the essential that much more.

      When we think of elimination, we ought to consider too the very habits that define who we are now. Is writing this blog every day bringing me to the person I want to become in the future, or is it holding me back from doing something else that would carry me there? You, dear reader, may be asking the same question about visiting this blog regularly, and isn’t it appropriate to do so? All is fair when we decide who we ought to be.

      And that’s the point. We should question everything that holds us to here. Do we have too much anchor to simply haul up and go when we hear the call of that faraway place? It’s fair to ask ourselves such things, but harder to act upon the answers that we arrive at. The one thing that is essential is to find and focus on the precious few, wherever it takes us.

    • Mid-Autumn Philosophy

      “I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death”
      ― Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living

      The leaves on the white oaks stubbornly hold on, even as the rest of the leaves are weeks into their return to earth. Still a lot of green in those leaves, I see. And orange and red and yellow. The oaks don’t get the attention that the maple leaves get – how could they possibly compete? And yet they remain the more resilient reminder of the warmer months. So we begin the waiting game.

      Two weekends ago the yard was cleared of every leaf and acorn. We knew it was only round one. Sure enough we had snow and cold temperatures roll in, and the leaves started raining down off the red oaks. Snow and red oak leaves scattered everywhere as if Mother Nature had vomited over the yard. Not a good look at all, really.

      But soon the snow melted and the winds picked up and the red oak leaves became a gift to others down the street. Or maybe the next town over. The winds were pretty strong and leaves love to fly, so your guess is as good as mine. The wind giveth, the wind taketh away.

      The stack of wood sits waiting for frozen ground and a chain saw to get chopped up into stackable bits. I gave the chain saw away in 2019 to someone who needed it more. I still hear about that, but it’s a phone call away and it was never mine to begin with. I find owning things to be a stack of small burdens that ask for attention, and yet we stack them like firewood anyway. Stuff we must take care of, stuff we give away time to. Stuff that doesn’t matter all that much in the long run.

      And so we slide towards late Autumn, when the trees concede their final leaves, the ground is raked bare once again, and life returns to a naked slumber. The days are short and grow dark too soon. A reminder that life too is short, but didn’t we know that all along? Embrace the cold, short days. For there’s magic in them. And this too shall pass.