Serving Two Masters
"No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else...."
Two Masters, that would be simple! How many masters a day do you think you serve? Why just at my work I serve my direct supervisor, I serve each customer that I deal with, each order that I process is my master. I must answer the phone, compelled I must serve the master of the phone. I must complete this order by 5:15 p.m. my master needs copies....
At home, my rent is my master, along with the electric, phone and gas companies. All of them telling me, that I must give unto them a sacrifice, the fruit of my labors, in exchange for their blessing in my life. My addiction to tobacco is my master, if I don't burn the incense of Phillip and RJ regularly they curse me with foul tempers and cause me countless aggravations. Then I must also serve my stomach who will relentlessly torment me until I have satiated it's desires, any time day or night, despite the ill effect it will have on my self esteem later. (ok that last bit was just silly...)
Sometimes our friends are our masters. When we know we must submit to them either in a decision or an action. Sometimes our parents are our masters, who better to make you do things you rather not, and just because they say so? OH yeah. Masterful.
If you get stressed out thinking your life is out of your control. Don't freak out, your not alone. No one is really in control. We all have outside influences controlling our lives. And if you want to argue this point, first consider this. Can you live without food? No... Could you live without electricity? Maybe, but would you want to? And if you didn't want to live without electricity, what would you sacrifice for it? Money. I don't think any of us are going to be riding a bike to power that 15,000 btu air conditioner you just bought, when your master, comfort came calling...
So money becomes our master, our need for it directs the course and content of so many of our lives... Even when there is no individual outside of yourself that you could deny being your master, your own desires sell you out.
Desires to be comfortable, happy, secure or content. These are truly your masters because YOU set them above all other things. And unfortunately these too, these intangible qualities of life, come at a price. To be comfortable, we may give up the comforts of time we can never get back. To feel secure, we succumb to the concept of fear, and the notion that we aren't safe. Oh dam, I'm about to be killed, the phones ringing, several of my masters are calling... Gotta run, talk to you soon,
Your humble servant,
Brad
Two Masters, that would be simple! How many masters a day do you think you serve? Why just at my work I serve my direct supervisor, I serve each customer that I deal with, each order that I process is my master. I must answer the phone, compelled I must serve the master of the phone. I must complete this order by 5:15 p.m. my master needs copies....
At home, my rent is my master, along with the electric, phone and gas companies. All of them telling me, that I must give unto them a sacrifice, the fruit of my labors, in exchange for their blessing in my life. My addiction to tobacco is my master, if I don't burn the incense of Phillip and RJ regularly they curse me with foul tempers and cause me countless aggravations. Then I must also serve my stomach who will relentlessly torment me until I have satiated it's desires, any time day or night, despite the ill effect it will have on my self esteem later. (ok that last bit was just silly...)
Sometimes our friends are our masters. When we know we must submit to them either in a decision or an action. Sometimes our parents are our masters, who better to make you do things you rather not, and just because they say so? OH yeah. Masterful.
If you get stressed out thinking your life is out of your control. Don't freak out, your not alone. No one is really in control. We all have outside influences controlling our lives. And if you want to argue this point, first consider this. Can you live without food? No... Could you live without electricity? Maybe, but would you want to? And if you didn't want to live without electricity, what would you sacrifice for it? Money. I don't think any of us are going to be riding a bike to power that 15,000 btu air conditioner you just bought, when your master, comfort came calling...
So money becomes our master, our need for it directs the course and content of so many of our lives... Even when there is no individual outside of yourself that you could deny being your master, your own desires sell you out.
Desires to be comfortable, happy, secure or content. These are truly your masters because YOU set them above all other things. And unfortunately these too, these intangible qualities of life, come at a price. To be comfortable, we may give up the comforts of time we can never get back. To feel secure, we succumb to the concept of fear, and the notion that we aren't safe. Oh dam, I'm about to be killed, the phones ringing, several of my masters are calling... Gotta run, talk to you soon,
Your humble servant,
Brad
posted by Brad O'Brien at 11:04 AM
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