'The art of true living
The art of true living
Our days are like the lines and spaces in the musical staff — and our duties are the notes. Each life is meant to be a perfect harmony, and in order to this, each single duty has its own proper place.
One thing done out of its time and place, makes discord in the music of life — just as one note misplaced on the staff mars the harmony.
Our life is a building , and the little acts are the materials used; the whole is in its own true place. Everything is beautiful in its time — but out of time, the loveliest acts lose much of their loveliness.
The art of true living , therefore, consists largely in doing always the thing that belongs to the moment. But how to know what is the duty of each moment, is a question which to many is full of perplexity.
Yet it would be easy if our obedience were but more simple. We have but to take the duty that comes next to our hand — that which the moment brings.
Our duty is never some faraway thing. The trouble is, that we complicate the question of duty for ourselves, by our way of looking at life — and then get our feet entangled in the meshes which our own hands have woven!