Life is a pursuit. We chase after things all our life, digging deeper and deeper.
But if you’re gonna keep digging for your whole life, you better pick a treasure buried deeply enough. A shallow well dries up faster, it seems. The easier it is to get to it, the more likely it is that it leaves you thirsty.
As I grow older, I find that I grow more stoic — losing interest in shallower things. But with the internet age it seems that we’re all hooked to things that are quicker, easier, instantly flashing and disappearing. They are distracting, distancing us away from the core.
Here from the king’s mountain view
Here from the wild dream come true
Feast like a sultan, I do
On treasures and flesh, never few
But I, I would wish it all away
If I thought I’d lose you just one day
The devil and he’s had me down
In love with the dark side I’d found
Dabbling all the way down
Up to my neck, soon to drown
But you changed that all for me
Lifted me up, turned me ’round
Wish this all away
Prayed like a martyr dusk til dawn
Begged like a hooker all night long
Tempted the devil with my song
And got what I wanted all along
And I would
If I could,
Then, I would
Wish it all away
Wanna wish it all away
No cross could hold, sway,
Or justify kneeling away my center
If you are going to dig a well, dig one deep enough, so that you can wholly immerse yourself, even perhaps deeper than you thought possible.
And remember, it’s the digging that brings the joy — not the treasure.
The dream of the treasure is what keeps us going.