If you spend time analysing your actions, for there value or worth one soon moves onto a tricky subject. How do we evaluate what we do as perhaps, purposeful or of value.
When I look at my day it is not a very meaningful period of time from when I open my eyes in the morning to shutting them in the evening. Perhaps if I were a surgeon and had saved the lives of ten peoples today I could return home and feel satisfied, job done. Perhaps if I had found the missing link in some new discovery, or had won a gold medal in athletics I could say to myself, well done !! But to most of us ordinary mortals there have been no winning line to cross, no eureka moment, no quiet pat on the back to signal our effort.
We are in the large scheme of things, non-enteritises polishing our cricket ball to make it swerve but not actually getting in the team. Its getting in the team that counts, a collective who's efforts will be noticed even if we are not. Our Cricket team becomes a part of us, the football side that we follow slavishly week in week out has allowed us membership of something greater than we ourselves. But what of us ?
When we were young, getting a dance with that pretty girl on the other side of the room was achievement enough. Doing a reasonable time in the cycling club 25m was satisfying. As we advanced in age we took on much of what was expected of us. Society programmed our enlistment into the ranks of husband and fatherhood, we learnt on the way and made as good a fist of it as we could. There were no medals no accolade only the daily enterprise of doing our best and making do when our best wasn't good enough.
As we enter the final furlong and do a book on how we have performed debit and credit it only occurs to us that so much was not of our choice in the true sense of the word choice and that so little of choice was ever open to us !!
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