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Exercising Wisdom

September 25, 2014 | By | 4 Comments

Whenever I read Augustine, I wonder why I read anything else. I do not mean Augustine is the only author worth reading, but rather that the depth and profundity of his ideas seems to nearly eclipse the normative (and comparative) trash I regularly find in the news or on the Internet. People are so eager to write about something new – to get you to click on their article or watch their video. In the last 24 hours I have seen so many comments on the iPhone 6 Plus possibly bending that I am tempted to believe that actually matters. Unbelievable, except for the fact that, at least for a time, I believed it today.

When I read Augustine I am reminded of the weighty matters of life – wisdom, truth, justice, integrity, love, happiness, and community. These things matters, and they are issues one is more likely to misunderstand just to the degree that one is likely to claim to understand them.

I do not claim to understand them. Yet I live many days as if my understanding is sufficient. This should be sufficient evidence that it is not.

I long for a simpler life, a life not berated by technology, a life characterized by patience, contentment, wonder, curiosity, creativity, friendship, vulnerability, and deep community.

Where am I likely to find this life? Not in the places I usually look (online). It’s so hard to break free from the monotonous rhythm of triviality our society venerates and mass-produces.

Maybe I am being too hard on myself.

I struggle deeply with anxiety, and am frustrated that our culture does not foster a healthy pace or clear vision of meaning. When I read Augustine (or many other philosophers for that matter), something in my soul resonates with the depth and seriousness with which he approaches life. Where can I find that today?

Where I am in Life

October 20, 2013 | By | Add a Comment

My adolescence is dead. I am not yet old, but no longer young. I am not where I thought life would take me, though I find myself content.

Family gives me the greatest pleasure, and friendships after that. I have acquired a small amount of wisdom that guides me each day and preserves me from the thickets of despair and desperation.

I have accepted the anxiety of our age, and finally began the process of understanding its cause. This is the first step towards living outside of it.

The feeling that there is not enough time in a day to do everything necessary is dangerous, and even more so because it is pervasive. We must consider what this means for our lives.

A path with unmeetable demands is not a journey but a form of suffering. The sad thing is that we do not know how badly we suffer.