I would like to posit the following statement: that a sense of duty is a valuable tool that separates man from beast, and like wheat from chaff, a man from a useless man. I write this as a pile of chaff in the corner of the mill.
This is an attempt to wake me up, if you want to brush against my fire, go ahead.
If I start, I find it near impossible to finish these days. My favorite page of a book is the contents, and i don’t eat the book in turns and tides, I rather devour it selectively like a leaden shish-kebab.
I don’t know how or why, but things change as I advance through 30, the world is made of time that curls like old wallpaper with a mildew issue, and in others it blasts in my face like an unavoidable storm through a blown-out window.
Today I rewrite sentences in my head that use the punishing term “pathological”, when I could just flip it on it’s negativity, to some thing glowing. So, men (and women) these days, generally speaking, seem so alive to me, imbued with a sense of Duty.
Today, this morning, I look at and point to the beacon of duty as one of our most important and radiant driving forces of life. It is the apple tree’s duty to produce apples. The surgeon’s duty to cut, heal and suture. Take that trajectory as a template for anyone looking to further themselves, you won’t be disappointed.
Brain-fog and an uneasy sense of being or becoming trapped or ensnared in certain modes of thinking will thwart the flourish. That, to me, is a signal that good morale and a sense of duty is highly commendable and should be lauded where noticed.
As an optimist as well as a cynic, this is absolutely a cornerstone to one of my own modes of thinking. I don’t think i should have to explain any further!
The Humble Rock Dove 