1 The Majesty of Calmness
Calmness is the rarest quality in human life. It is the poise of a great nature, in harmony with itself and its ideals. It is the moral atmosphere of a life self-centred, self-reliant, and self-controlled. Calmness is singleness of purpose, absolute confidence, and conscious power,--ready to be focused in an instant to meet any crisis.
Calmness is the rarest quality in human life. It is the balance of a great nature, in harmony with itself and its ideals. It is the moral atmosphere of a life grounded in itself, self-reliant, and self-controlled. Calmness is a single purpose, complete confidence, and an awareness of one’s own power. That power is ready to be focused instantly to meet any crisis.
The Sphinx is not a true type of calmness,--petrifaction is not calmness; it is death, the silencing of all the energies; while no one lives his life more fully, more intensely and more consciously than the man who is calm.
The Sphinx is not a true example of calmness. Being turned to stone is not calmness. It is death, the silencing of all energy. But no one lives more fully, intensely, or consciously than a calm person.
The Fatalist is not calm. He is the coward slave of his environment, hopelessly surrendering to his present condition, recklessly indifferent to his future. He accepts his life as a rudderless ship, drifting on the ocean of time. He has no compass, no chart, no known port to which he is sailing. His self-confessed inferiority to all nature is shown in his existence of constant surrender. It is not,--calmness.
The Fatalist is not calm. He is a cowardly slave to his surroundings, hopelessly surrendering to his present condition and recklessly indifferent to his future. He accepts his life as a ship without a rudder, drifting on the ocean of time. He has no compass, no chart, and no known port to sail toward. By constantly surrendering, he admits that he is inferior to all of nature. That is not calmness.
The man who is calm has his course in life clearly marked on his chart. His hand is ever on the helm. Storm, fog, night, tempest, danger, hidden reefs,--he is ever prepared and ready for them. He is made calm and serene by the realization that in these crises of his voyage he needs a clear mind and a cool head; that he has naught to do but to do each day the best he can by the light he has; that he will never flinch nor falter for a moment; that, though he may have to tack and leave his course for a time, he will never drift, he will get back into the true channel, he will keep ever headed toward his harbor. When he will reach it, how he will reach it, matters not to him. He rests in calmness, knowing he has done his best. If his best seem to be overthrown or overruled, then he must still bow his head,--in calmness. To no man is permitted to know the future of his life, the finality. God commits to man ever only new beginnings, new wisdom, and new days to use the best of his knowledge.
A calm man has his course through life clearly marked on his chart. His hand is always on the helm. He is always ready for storms, fog, night, tempests, danger, and hidden reefs. He is calm and serene because he knows that, in these crises, he needs a clear mind and a cool head. He knows he only needs to do his best each day with the knowledge he has. He knows he will never flinch or falter for a moment. Though he may have to tack and leave his course for a time, he will never drift. He will return to the right channel and keep heading toward his harbor. When he reaches it and how he reaches it do not matter to him. He rests in calmness, knowing he has done his best. If his best efforts seem to be defeated or overruled, he must still bow his head in calmness. No man is allowed to know how his life will unfold or end. God gives man only new beginnings, new wisdom, and new days to use his knowledge as best he can.
Calmness comes ever from within. It is the peace and restfulness of the depths of our nature. The fury of storm and of wind agitate only the surface of the sea; they can penetrate only two or three hundred feet,--below that is the calm, unruffled deep. To be ready for the great crises of life we must learn serenity in our daily living. Calmness is the crown of self-control.
Calmness always comes from within. It is the peace and restfulness deep in our nature. Fierce storms and winds disturb only the surface of the sea. They can reach only two or three hundred feet below it. Beneath that lies the calm, undisturbed deep. To be ready for life’s great crises, we must learn to be serene in our daily lives. Calmness is the crowning achievement of self-control.
When the worries and cares of the day fret you, and begin to wear upon you, and you chafe under the friction,--be calm. Stop, rest for a moment, and let calmness and peace assert themselves. If you let these irritating outside influences get the better of you, you are confessing your inferiority to them, by permitting them to dominate you. Study the disturbing elements, each by itself, bring all the will power of your nature to bear upon them, and you will find that they will, one by one, melt into nothingness, like vapors fading before the sun. The glow of calmness that will then pervade your mind, the tingling sensation of an inflow of new strength, may be to you the beginning of the revelation of the supreme calmness that is possible for you. Then, in some great hour of your life, when you stand face to face with some awful trial, when the structure of your ambition and life-work crumbles in a moment, you will be brave. You can then fold your arms calmly, look out undismayed and undaunted upon the ashes of your hope, upon the wreck of what you have faithfully built, and with brave heart and unfaltering voice you may say: "So let it be,--I will build again."
When the worries and cares of the day wear you down and leave you feeling irritated, be calm. Stop and rest for a moment. Let calmness and peace take hold. If you let these irritating outside influences get the better of you, you admit that they are stronger than you. You let them control you. Examine each source of disturbance on its own and bring all your willpower to bear on it. You will find that each one melts away, like mist fading in the sun. Your mind will glow with calmness, and you will feel the tingling of new strength flowing in. This may be the beginning of your discovery of the supreme calmness you can achieve. Then, at a critical moment in your life, you will be brave. You may face a terrible trial, when your ambitions and life's work crumble in an instant. But you can calmly fold your arms and look without fear or dismay at the ashes of your hope. You can face the wreck of what you have faithfully built. With a brave heart and a steady voice, you may say: "So let it be. I will build again."
When the tongue of malice and slander, the persecution of inferiority, tempts you for just a moment to retaliate, when for an instant you forget yourself so far as to hunger for revenge,--be calm. When the grey heron is pursued by its enemy, the eagle, it does not run to escape; it remains calm, takes a dignified stand, and waits quietly, facing the enemy unmoved. With the terrific force with which the eagle makes its attack, the boasted king of birds is often impaled and run through on the quiet, lance-like bill of the heron. The means that man takes to kill another's character becomes suicide of his own.
When malicious slander and persecution by those beneath you tempt you to strike back, be calm. Even if you forget yourself for a moment and hunger for revenge, be calm. When an eagle pursues a gray heron, the heron does not flee. It remains calm, stands with dignity, and quietly faces its enemy without flinching. The eagle attacks with tremendous force. As a result, the proud king of birds is often impaled on the heron's still, spear-like bill. The means a person uses to destroy another's character can destroy their own.
No man in the world ever attempted to wrong another without being injured in return,--someway, somehow, sometime. The only weapon of offence that Nature seems to recognize is the boomerang. Nature keeps her books admirably; she puts down every item, she closes all accounts finally, but she does not always balance them at the end of the month. To the man who is calm, revenge is so far beneath him that he cannot reach it,--even by stooping. When injured, he does not retaliate; he wraps around him the royal robes of Calmness, and he goes quietly on his way.
No one ever tries to wrong another person without being hurt in return, somehow, somewhere, sometime. The only weapon Nature seems to recognize is the boomerang. Nature keeps excellent records. She notes every item and eventually settles every account. But she does not always balance the books at the end of the month. To a calm person, revenge is so far beneath him that he cannot reach it, even by stooping. When someone hurts him, he does not strike back. He wraps himself in the royal robes of Calmness and quietly goes on his way.
When the hand of Death touches the one we hold dearest, paralyzes our energy, and eclipses the sun of our life, the calmness that has been accumulating in long years becomes in a moment our refuge, our reserve strength.
When death takes the person we love most, it drains our energy and darkens our lives. In that moment, the calm we have built over many years becomes our refuge and our reserve of strength.
The most subtle of all temptations is the seeming success of the wicked. It requires moral courage to see, without flinching, material prosperity coming to men who are dishonest; to see politicians rise into prominence, power and wealth by trickery and corruption; to see virtue in rags and vice in velvets; to see ignorance at a premium, and knowledge at a discount. To the man who is really calm these puzzles of life do not appeal. He is living his life as best he can; he is not worrying about the problems of justice, whose solution must be left to Omniscience to solve.
The most subtle temptation of all is the apparent success of the wicked. It takes moral courage to watch dishonest people grow wealthy without flinching. It takes courage to see politicians gain prominence, power, and wealth through trickery and corruption. It takes courage to see virtue in rags and vice in velvet, ignorance valued and knowledge discounted. For a truly calm person, these puzzles of life hold no appeal. He lives his life as best he can. He does not worry about questions of justice, whose answers must be left to Omniscience.
When man has developed the spirit of Calmness until it becomes so absolutely part of him that his very presence radiates it, he has made great progress in life. Calmness cannot be acquired of itself and by itself; it must come as the culmination of a series of virtues. What the world needs and what individuals need is a higher standard of living, a great realizing sense of the privilege and dignity of life, a higher and nobler conception of individuality.
When people become so calm that their very presence radiates calmness, they have made great progress in life. Calmness cannot be gained on its own. It must come as the result of developing a series of virtues. The world and each individual need a higher standard of living. They need a deeper awareness of the privilege and dignity of life, and a higher, nobler understanding of individuality.
With this great sense of calmness permeating an individual, man becomes able to retire more into himself, away from the noise, the confusion and strife of the world, which come to his ears only as faint, far-off rumblings, or as the tumult of the life of a city heard only as a buzzing hum by the man in a balloon.
When a person is filled with this deep sense of calm, they can withdraw further into themselves. The noise, confusion, and conflict of the world reach their ears only as faint, distant rumblings. They sound like the bustle of a city heard as a buzzing hum by someone in a balloon.
The man who is calm does not selfishly isolate himself from the world, for he is intensely interested in all that concerns the welfare of humanity. His calmness is but a Holy of Holies into which he can retire from the world to get strength to live in the world. He realizes that the full glory of individuality, the crowning of his self-control is,--the majesty of calmness.
A calm man does not selfishly cut himself off from the world. He cares deeply about everything that affects humanity’s welfare. His calmness is a Holy of Holies where he can withdraw from the world. There he gains strength to live in the world. He understands that the full glory of individuality and the highest achievement of self-control is the majesty of calmness.