Thursday, October 4, 2012

The joy of life and the duty of life

One of the things that's going to be different about this year's practice than the Never Done year's practice is that it is going to turn out to be cumulative, which by definition the Never Done project couldn't be. In my first week of pure selfish enjoyment I've taken a beautiful walk, taken a bath while listening to Springsteen, gone to a party, had dinner with friends, watched the Wire, and listened to WNYC. And noticing I enjoy those things, I've taken more beautiful walks and more baths, listened to more Springsteen and more radio, watched more Wire episodes, and had more dinner with friends. And so it seems that in my first week of my new practice, I am already expanding my life enjoyment exponentially.

And then it was my first day back to work. I started the day stretching and writing, and I packed a lunch, and I got to the train on time, and I got to work on time, and one of my favorite co-workers returned to work from maternity leave, and I had 750 emails to catch up on and lots of urgent things to respond to and before I knew it, it was 1:30 PM and I hadn't gotten up from my desk and I hadn't eaten that lunch I'd packed. I went outside, just to see what would happen. I figured I could find something to do on a 30-minute break that might bring me selfish joy. I headed toward Central Park, still unclear on a plan, and on the way I remembered that there's an exhibit the Natural History Museum that I've been wanting to see. It's all about bioluminescent creatures.  I remember the first time I saw bioluminescence. It was 1986, and I was picking up credits to graduate college by taking a summer course in Ecological Agriculture at Evergreen State College in Olympia Washington. A friend took me down to the Puget Sound at night, and I have never doubted the planet's ability to wow me since.

I knew I couldn't stay long at the museum, but I also knew how delightful it would be to slip into an exhibit about bioluminescence for even 20 minutes. But when I got to the admission counter, I discovered it cost $25 to get in, and I only had $20 in my pocket. I showed the guy my $20, and he shrugged. I told him I only had $20, and he told me entrance wasn't based on donation. I even tried again -- and asked if he'd let me in for $20. It wasn't going to happen. So I walked away, and I looked up, and I remembered how much I love the Roosevelt quotes engraved high onto the walls of the entry room. I decided to take some time with each of the quotes, and really let them sink in. Usually I focus on the quotes about children and nature, but this time the one that spoke to me loudest was about being a human in this world.

I'll type it here as he said it, but maybe when you read the words MAN and HE and HIS you could translate that into something that makes room for everyone. Also, the punctuation is as engraved:

                         MANHOOD
      
      A MANS USEFULNESS DEPENDS
UPON HIS LIVING UP TO HIS IDEALS
INSOFAR AS HE CAN
      IT IS HARD TO FAIL BUT IT
IS WORSE NEVER TO HAVE TRIED
TO SUCCEED
      ALL DARING AND COURAGE
ALL IRON ENDURANCE OF MISFORTUNE
MAKE FOR A FINER NOBLER TYPE
OF MANHOOD
      ONLY THOSE ARE FIT TO LIVE
WHO DO NOT FEAR TO DIE AND NONE
ARE FIT TO DIE WHO WOULD HAVE SHRUNK
FROM THE JOY OF LIFE AND THE
DUTY OF LIFE. 

The joy of life and the duty of life. Intertwined. I'm going to try to remember that. And I'm going to go back to the museum as soon as I can, with $25 in my pocket.  Well, maybe $30. Shake Shack is on the way.


2 comments:

  1. bioluminescence ... that's a beautiful word to say. Thanks for the quote and the picture. Is it our duty to find joy in life? Or does our joy in life lay in finding our purpose(duty)?

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  2. Very interesting question, and since I still don't feel like I have a grasp on my purpose, if in fact there is such a thing as having one defined purpose, I am hopeful that it's at least partly the former!

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