We thought of life by analogy with a journey, a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end, and the thing was to get to that end, success or whatever it is, maybe heaven after youre dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played.
A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty; he’d always want the right thing more than the wrong one. duty is only a substitute for love (of god and of other people) like a crutch which is a substitute for a leg. most of us need the crutch at times; but of course it is idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits etc.) can do the journey on their own.
I find a therapy in playing music, in many different ways. At this point, i'm incredibly grateful for the relationship that it's given me with the men that i play music with. It's a great journey, and i'm really grateful for that. And also, being able to scream at the top of my lungs in front of people is very therapeutic.
And in truth (as i now see) i had the wish to put off my journey as long as i could. not for any peril or labour it might cost; but because i could see nothing in the whole world for me to do once it was accomplished. as long as this act lay before me, there was, as it were, some barrier between me and the dead desert which the rest of my life must be.
1. turn all care out of your head as soon as you mount the chaise. <br /> 2. do not think about frugality: your health is worth more than it can cost.<br /> 3. do not continue any day's journey to fatigue.<br /> 4. take now and then a day's rest.<br /> 5. get a smart seasickness if you can.<br /> 6. cast away all anxiety, and keep your mind easy.<br /> this last direction is the principal; with an unquiet mind neither exercise, nor diet, nor physic can be of much use.