深圳婚紗攝影-現代經典婚紗攝影

Today our life and work rarely feel light, pleasant or healing. Instead, the whole experience of being alive begins to melt into the one enormous obligation. It becomes the standard greeting everywhere;”I am so busy.”

We say this to one another with no small degree of pride. The busier we are, the more important we seem to ourselves and, we imagine, to others. To be unavailable to our friends and family, to be unable to find time for the sunnset, to whiz through our obligations without time for a single mindful breath-this has become the model of a successful life.

Because we do not rest, we lose our way. We lose the nourishment that gives us help. We miss the quiet that gives us wisdom. Poisoned by the belief that good things come only through tireless effort, we never truly rest.

This is not the world we dreamed of when we were young. How did we get to terribly rushed in a world saturated with work and responsibility, yet somehow bereft of joy and delight?

We have forgotten the Sabbath. Sabbath is the time to enjoy and celebrate what is beautiful and good-time to light candles, sing songs, worship, tell stories, bless our children and loved ones, give  thanks, share meals, nap, and walk. It is time to be nourished and refreshed as we let our work, our chores and our important projects like fallow, trusting that there are larger forces at work taking care of the world when we are at rest.

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving. I am strongly drawn to a frugal life and am often oppressively aware that I am engrossing an undue amount of labor of my fellow-men. I regard class distinctions as unjustified and, in the last resort, based on force. I also believe that a simple and unassuming life is good for everybody, physically and mentally.

To inquire after the meaning or object of one’s own existence or that of all creatures has always seemed to me absurd from an objective point of view. And you everybody has certain ideals which determine the direction of his endeavors and his judgments. In this sense I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves-this ethical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals which have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been kindness, beauty, and truth. Without the sense of kinship was men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed to me empty. The trite objects of human efforts-possessions, outward success, luxury-have always seemed to me contemptible.