Two close boyhood friends grow up and go their separate ways. One becomes a humble monk, the other a rich and powerful minister to the king. Years later they meet. As they catch up, the minister (in his fine robes) takes pity on the thin, shabby monk. Seeking to help, he says: “You know, if you could learn to cater to the king, you wouldn’t have to live on rice and beans.”
To which the monk replies:
“You know, if you could learn to live on rice and beans, you wouldn’t have to cater to the king.”
Most all of us fall somewhere between the two. Where do you want to be? What’s important? What do you really want? Please offer your insights in the comment section!
P.S. I borrowed this from Mr. Money Mustache. I know, cool name, eh? Go ahead and google it for a fresh and inspired look at money and life. Also bicycles.
I do most of my day to day running on the West Orange Trail in Central Florida, and most of the races I’ve done so far have been in that general neighborhood. There’s a lot to see there.
The Trail is a definite mish-mosh: you’ve got runners, walkers, bikers, recumbent bikers, stroller pushers, roller bladers, dog walkers. Kids who are just fooling around, some high school runners who most assuredly are not fooling around and an occasional homeless person. Colors, languages, personalities and levels of fitness are all over the place. Political affiliations? Probably a pretty good spectrum there too.
You start to see some familiar faces after a while. There are varying degrees of greeting and interaction. Some folks have a hearty howdy for you, some just manage a grunt or a wave depending on how badly they’re kicking their own butts at the moment.
One elderly gentleman doesn’t run at all. He sits in a chair next to his house, which abuts the trail, and offers helpful commentary.
Some folks are totally intent and they don’t look up, period. The Bicycle People ™ travel in packs, and they greet runners by shouting “on your left!” This can be translated to mean, “get out of the way, or we’ll run you down like a herd of wildebeest on wheels.”
Can a path through the woods be a community? I’d bet that if you got all those people together in a room, different as they all are, it would be a mighty sweet party. Or a mighty sweaty party! See you there.
Our cat Zoë had developed a limp and was due for a shot, so in we went. In the waiting room we met a nice couple who rescue cats, a woman with a pregnant German Shepherd and another woman whose tiny, elderly yapper had lost his yap. Conversation was easy and natural, and for a few moments we were a small community of people who cared about their pets. Totally different types of people, but there we were.
I remain convinced that people are essentially good. Sometimes we forget because we’re afraid. Thank goodness for the animals who remind us to love unconditionally.
I had been feeling for a while that our website was, well, stale. As a matter of fact, a lot of websites seem a little static, a little uninspiring these days. Was it just me, feeling that old ennui? Nah! No ennui here. We got the old En-Theos (enthusiasm!) working instead.
But the feeling was there – let’s remake this into something more dynamic, or maybe get rid of it altogether.
Enter son Tim: “Dad, what you need is a blog. Much more dynamic and open ended. Much more interactive. Hey, I’ll set it up for you!” And he did. And so now we have, as of today, a blank sheet of paper. How exciting is that?
Our theme? ‘Raising It Up!’ Will you share the journey with us?
Thanks, Tim. You are an exceptional soul and I love you. And thank you, friends, for the gift of your presence.