It's well understood by good parents, but life should only ever get so exciting for a baby laughter friends, have come around and brought presents, and made animated faces after there's been some cake and some cuddles after they've been a lot of bright lights and perhaps some songs. Too, enough is enough, the baby will start to look Stern and then burst into tears. And the wise parent knows that nothing. Is particularly wrong though. The baby May by now be wailing. It's just time for a nap. The brain needs to process digest and divide up the Welter of experiences that have been ingested. And so the curtains are drawn. Baby is laid down next to the soft toys and soon it's asleep and calm, descends. Everyone knows that life is going to be a lot more manageable again in an hour. Sadly, we exercise, no such caution And with ourselves schedule a week in which we're going to see friends every night in which we're going to do 12 meetings, three of them. Requiring a lot of preparation where we'll make a quick overnight, dashed another country on the Wednesday. Well, we'll watch three films, read 40 newspapers, change six, pairs of sheets, have five heavy meals after 8 p.m. and drink, 30 cups of coffee.
And then we lament that our lives are not as calm as they might be. And that we close to mental collapse. We refuse to take. Seriously, how much of our babyhood is Left inside our adults elves and therefore how much care we have to take to keep things simple and very, very calm. What registers as anxiety is typically no freakish phenomenon. It is our minds. Logical enraged, plea, not to be continuously and exhaustingly over stimulated. These are some of the things we may need to do to simplify Our Lives.
It is theoretically a privilege to have a lot of people to see and things to do. It is also psychologically, speaking exhausting, and ultimately therefore rather dangerous, the manner of expression is a little dated and brutal. And one might want to quibble over the exact timings, but this point from Friedrich Nietzsche remains a cute today as always men fall into two groups slaves and freemen, whoever does not have 2/3 of his day for himself is a Slave. Whatever else. He may be a Statesman, a businessman and official or a scholar. We need to recognize that what is physically possible for us to achieve in a day is not for that matter. Psychologically wise or plausible, it may well be feasible to nip over to a foreign capital or two in a day and run a company alongside managing a household but nor should we be surprised if such routines ultimately contribute to a breakdown? Plenty of it, of course at least 7 hours, or if we can't manage it, we need at a minimum fully to recognize how much we are deprived so that we won't aggravate our sorrows by searching for abstruse explanations for them. We don't necessarily have to get divorced retrain in a completely different profession or move country. We may just need to get some more rest.
What would taking in when we check our phones is, perhaps the single greatest contributor to our mental ill health, for most of History, it was inconceivable that there could ever be such a thing as too much news, information from political circles, or foreign countries was rare prized and expensive. But since the middle of the 20th century news has been commodified and in the process, it's become a major. Those still, too little known risk to our mental survival. Every minute of every day, presents us with Untold options for filling our minds with the Mania exploits disasters. Fury's reversals, triumphs, insanity. And cataclysms have complete strangers all around our benighted. Planet always news organizations, speak of our need to know and the need to know right now. But what they've left out is are equally great and often even greater need not to know because we can't change anything because the stories are too violent. Dispiriting, and sad, because our minds are fragile because we have
Closer to home because we need to lead our own lives rather than being torn apart by the stories of the lives of others who are ultimately as remote from an irrelevant to us as the inhabitants of the Egyptian Court of Kingston a pharaoh, in late 2613 BC. In. Me and anxiety are the mines revenge for all the thoughts, we refuse to have consciously during the day, in order to be able to find rest, we need to carve off chunks of time. What we have nothing to do, other than line bed with a patterned paper. In order to think we need to consider three topics in particular, firstly, what's making me anxious? Secondly, what caused me, pain, and how and thirdly, what's exciting me we need to sift through the chaotic contents of our Mine's every hour of living requires at least 10 minutes of sifting. Of course, it might be pleasant to be extraordinarily famous and world-beating, but maybe it will be an even greater achievement to stay sane and kind. We might opt not to conquer the world in favor of living a longer and more Serene life. We're not backing away from a challenge with simply shifting, our sense of what the real challenge might be. And more importantly, whether real rewards May lie? A quiet life is necessarily one of resignation or fly Right. It may constitute a supremely wise recognition that the truly satisfying things are available away from the spotlight and the big cities on Modest salaries and as far as possible from the manic Sleepless competition to win, the professional status race. As we're discovering excitement, can be fun for a time but also So it kills Simplicity is true wisdom, we may need a lot more naps.
