The Work

What is good comes from sustained action, focused attention, and ongoing effort. All of these have been conspicuously absent from my time here in this crazy body. It must be a case of ADD that has kept me from pursuing what I know to be good. I just can't seem to keep my eyes on the prize, to sustain that gaze on where it is I want to go. I see now, too late, that my work is to tame the runaway train that is my mind in order to do what a better part of me wants it to do. It's an unruly beast, up to no good but its own impulses, and the work will be demanding. But, hey, you gotta do something with your daze, no?