I know I promised to start all posts with a picture now. But I’m having a problem with my tiredness and my ‘pooter, so I promise to make up for it with next post with a pretty picture of me.
There is a saying that great genius matures late. If something is not brought to fruition over a period of twenty to thirty years, it will not be of great merit. When a retainer is of a mind to do his work hurriedly, he will intrude upon the work of others and will be said to be young but able. He will become over-enthusiastic and will be considered rather rude. He will put on the airs of someone who has done great works, will become a flatterer and insincere, and will be talked about behind his back. In the pursuit of one’s development, if he does not make great effort and is not supported by others in his advancement in the world, he will be of no use.
I don’t particularly want to over commentate on this, but I think the above is scarily true for me. Occasionally I turn to a random page in the Hagakure (of which there is a copy in my bathroom) and it speaks to something deep in me. It asks me questions I’m truly afeared of.
I think I am arrogant and showy. I intrude upon others and am over-enthusiastic and rude.
I need to find ways to slow myself down and let myself grow gently.
These promises to myself so often amount to nothing. But I swear I will try.
I turn 25 on friday, and feel the need to start putting my self in order.
I have said almost all of this before. I hope I never have to say it again.
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