Leisure

I Found my Mind Wandering,
A plongeur is a slave, and a wasted slave, doing stupid and largely unnecessary work. He is kept at work, ultimately, because of a vague feeling that he would be dangerous if he had leisure. And educated people, who should be on his side, acquiesce in the process, because they know nothing about him and consequently are afraid of him.
I've learned one thing, and that's to quit worrying about stupid things.
Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation.
He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
Leisure is only possible when we are at one with ourselves. We tend to overwork as a means of self-escape, as a way of trying to justify our existence.
The more interesting life becomes, in other words, the more boredom we are doomed to experience.
If we keep working our ass out and constantly forgetting the true meaning of the word leisure.
Leisure will be eliminated from the dictionary.
Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.
A life of leisure never satisfies anyone who possesses a lively mind.
Gratitude is the best leisure anyone can possess that brings a satisfied mind into a halt.
Moment of pleasures helps to renew strength and reposition man to creative point.
Enjoy good moments while they last, then make sure they're not the last.

By: Jay Carreon