Ode to Fatigue
There's the 'good tired' of a job well done or an athletic achievement and then there's the bad 'worn-out, drained and fed-up of life' kind of tired. And there's a third kind of tired, neither bad nor good, that we would do well to stop and pay some attention to. Many of us feel a constant pressure to justify our place in this world, to maintain control of our finances, our weight, health, social life and professional standing and, like an oak tree, we stand strong and resist this kind of tired. But maybe if we more of us were to stop and recognise this tired, like the little boy in the Emperor's New Clothes, we'd be relieving others of this necessity to justify our existence, so busy with external proof of our 'busy-ness' that we have no time for inner calm. The first lesson we can learn from this tired is one of humility: we are neither angels nor God. We are just human beings, and this kind of tired reminds us of our place, our limits and our mortality. This kind of tired will show us courage and, when we no longer fight it and welcome it, we open ourselves to a state of peace and reflection where we can be kinder to ourselves and others, away from the frantic pace of our lives, where we can learn more about ourselves, and others, and just accept what comes. Just as in the eye of the storm, there is calm, in the heart of tired, there's a point of great wisdom and clarity.
Taken from "Ode à la fatigue" Eric Fiat (éditions de l'Observation)