On Work as Life

Three ideas are compelling me these days:
Work
Focus
Discipline.

This poem is about the meaning and experiencing life when the choice is made to abandon the overwhelming stifle that would take over our life and make it so the abundance of experience and life is missed.

So it is.

There are many ways to die.
And many ways to live.
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Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit
sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
that brushes your heel as it turns going by,
the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain
which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
but to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
is the work; start then, turn to the work.

Throw yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own field,
don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
and do not let the past weigh down your motion.

Leave what’s alive in the furrow, what’s dead in yourself,
for life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
from your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.

~ Miguel De Unamuno ~