the difficulty of being simple

Where was it did I read about adults required to sleep less than what was needed when they were younger?

It wasn’t so much as because of the ‘adult’s busy schedule’, but health-wise, it was healthier that they should.

My point being, if sleeping less, say 6 hours at an average (and that’s a whooping guess from me) is the required gauge, I am way beyond the norm.

Perhaps it’s the flexi schedule. Quite horrid of me, I blame it on my flexi-schedule that I could wake up as late as I want to, since all of my businesses are found in the afternoons and evenings.

I sleep between 2-3 in the morning. If I wake up at 9, that’s a bit of a miracle.

For someone decided on starting a healthy lifestyle, I’m pretty much sinking my boat, and the shore I’ve just left is only 50 feet away.

Earlier in my posts, I mentioned that I might have to be performing yoga less and less, (an average of once a week) and rely on daily jogging.

On bad days, or say busy days (they’re the same for me?!), the urge to pick up my running shoes and the rest of the gear simply does not happen.

I try to emulate the example of doing it nonetheless especially when I’m tired (but recently to no avail) but I think the lazy side is getting the better of me.

Is it being lazy, or just plain tired?

Is it really true that each person has a stress gauge so different from everyone else? Some people may take tasks or challenges easily, whereas when it happens to others, they fall apart.

The first category may have a lot to do with discipline, a back-up of half a lifetime’s experience, and virtues trained through thick and thin.

I’m guessing with the second, half of the lifetime hasn’t even occurred yet, or, if it has, than they never said yes to a single major task, or they repeatedly quit.

For myself, I love to think I’m smacked in between.

I am nowhere near (then again who knows?) half my lifetime’s experience, and I certainly don’t have the rigid discipline to weather the storms.

But I also feel that with prior and/or current tasks, I have abandoned much of them because of my pessimism, and watched the enormity of its size intimidate me.

What the hell is it about size? Why does it have to matter so much? Why does it matter so much? Am I so ‘sight-oriented’ that the literal and figurative size of a challenge becomes a pre-requisite before engagement?

Is it part of a survival mode, the ability to predict and estimate the chances of survival (or chances of success) before contact?

Is such a person wise, or a coward?

Where do you draw the line? How do you see, ‘the objectivity’ behind it?

If I should try to make this simple, it boils down to a kind of common sense:

Fight the fight. Get up when you’re down. Never stop asking for help, you just might get it.

If I fight the fight, does it follow that I could declare a sort of impasse for the moment, since tomorrow looks a little vague and right now, I’m a little stuck? Do fighters rest for a moment and charge the next (of course with thinking) or do they just keep charging until the opponent is down (this one I assume without thinking)?

I get the idea that it turns to a unique disposition for each one of us.

I fight my fight. You fight yours. Everyone has a battle to engage with. Sometimes we win. Other times, we lose.

If we tally the losses or the wins, whatever matters in the end, I keep on thinking about a third angle: the idea that we still did what we had to do despite not genuinely knowing the endpoint.

Maybe I keep buying time. Maybe I keep assuming I’ll live another day if I survive the next moment.

There’re so many things left unfinished.

But was it ever left?

Maybe for those who were branded a coward by others (and/or by themselves), at the back of their minds (if not in their consciousness) they really wanted to keep on fighting.

Does anyone ever actually truly give up—those who remained alive and sane?

If you still live, and sanity is still your status, is this not the perfect formula for your problem?

If I could keep things simple and follow such a formula, I can’t help but think, either I’m very lucky, or I just don’t know.

Or are they just the same?

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