We caught a few fish, enjoyed being on the water, and headed back to the landing just as an evening fog bank was rolling in from the ocean. After cleaning up the boat, we both were tired. I feel as if I have been steam rolled from the sun, the wind, the fishing.
I did head to a friend's house to help him with some calculations that he was having difficulty with on the Captain's exam. He is a non-linear thinker with ADD. Even the most simple math problems throw him into a panic. I helped him to work through the problems, although I don't think that he understands much of what we did. He has a dream to get a 200 ton license, yet I don't think that he will be able to pass the test on navigation problems.
What do you do when the thing that you want to achieve is beyond your grasp? I think that he knows this, but says that he wants his life to account for something. Most of the early years were spent being drunk. And now, he has a dream to be a success at something.
My mother used to say that it was important "to cut the garment according to the cloth". When I was a kid, I didn't know what this meant. But as I grew older and wiser, I knew that it was a metaphor for having realistic resources before undertaking a task. I hate to see someone try so hard but not succeed because they lack the educational background to pass the exam.
Dreams are important and keep us moving forward. Perhaps we don't always succeed in making our dreams become reality. I have had to settle in this life for something less than what I set out to attain. It is a disappointment but something that I got over. I hope that my friend will realize that he is still worth a lot regardless of whether he passes to get the license he wants or has to settle for a lesser license. There comes a point that it is time to fold the tents and move on.
Here is what Rumi has to say:
Outside, the freezing desert night.
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities and little towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.
The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.
I believe that in the chaotic world that often makes no sense, the real news is inside here, and there is no news. It reminds me of what I heard recently that the soul does not wish to move; the soul wishes to be at rest. The soul doesn't need to accomplish anything. But the ego and society pull us away from being rested into chaos. If we all truly lived in the no-news inside, I believe the affect on the outside world would be one of tremendous peace.