THE BULLSEYE AIM
My home was found at last with a school and way called Stoic. What a difference this thinking and living has made. The terms of Temperance, Fortitude, Limits, Apathy, and Indifference.
I'm sorely tempted to slip my humble book under the door of the house called Stoic. I wonder if it'll fit through so gaping a crack?
This is not because my story is so much, but that it may be too much. Could I not have said the same thing with far fewer words? Could not a greater economy of expression have conveyed these ideas better? Or more concisely? Or with greater accuracy towards the mark? How can I align my Objectives and Principles with a discipline of which I am such a novice? Should I not instead place my little guide upon some other shelf, or at the edge of my desk or better still into the desk drawer? Wouldn't this be the more modest and reserved thing to do? How much better to answer Stoic principles with Stoic modesty and ways? Perhaps... Yet, I must also answer to my own judgement and call to arms. And my judgement declares my work Stoic. And my call to arms demands I seek alignment with this tribe.
And so, I will call my work Stoic. And I will share it as such. And speak of it as such. And live my Objectives and Principles as though they were Stoic objects. And thus, I will live my life and share my story. A Stoic life and story. The story of Going Alone and the story of The Good Life.
Holding my tongue
During a discussion with a coworker today I realized I had said too much. It would have been better if I had left off speaking after my point had been made and clearly understood. But no, I decided to lay in with an extra thirty-seconds of explanation just to hear myself speak. This was clearly not necessary and superfluous to my aim. I would have been better to hold my tongue.
But, is it better to speak less in a more absolute sense? If so, then how about being silent always? For if silence is golden, then imagine the luster of perfect quiet. I think not. As complete silence may miss the mark of living. We may as well then be dead, that is, unless are very fact of our living communicates some message in its own right, like being the queen of England. But we are not kings or queens or sovereigns in any sense other than in being the potential masters of our own moments, and maybe not even then. And so, I’ll speak up and talk and share my thoughts. Sometimes these words will be in excess, sometimes they will be just enough, sometimes they may fail altogether. This is the idea behind the principle of the Bullseye Aim; that we try, and we strive, and we sometimes hit the mark, but mostly we missed the mark, the benefit being the disciplined act of trying.