The aim in the end is to find peace.

My idea of peace is a ranch. I picture myself waking up, making coffee, grabbing a book, and walking out to my porch to greet the sun at the start of every day.

Every day is a Sunday. I work. I do chores. The pace, however, is slow and deliberate. There is no rush, no need to seem busy, to show busyness to others who are trying to do the same. (Read This: Why Being Busy Is Keeping Your Broke)

Every breath is deliberate and purposeful. I’m creating, writing, and improving. There is struggle. There are goals that I want to achieve and land that needs to be kept and horses that need to be fed and dogs that need to be run and a lady that needs to be satisfied. There is stuff. There is cleaning and tidying and things that need to be done. I’m not free from them, nor do I want to be.

I’m not free to be lazy. There are bills that need to be paid. I work so that I can be free. I work hard, often long hours late into the night, aided by scotch whisky and a cigar that provide a punch to carry my brain another few hours where magic can be found, where imagination meets energy and ideas reveal themselves.

The struggle to create something of value is always in existence. The struggle to find clarity, however, is less of a struggle because of where I am, who I am, and what I’m trying to achieve.

I have peace. I have peace surrounding me. There is peace in my pace. There is peace in the sounds, the neighborless land, free of the sound of automobiles or conversations not my own.

The dream for every man is to find peace and pride. Though by different means and though the ends have different characteristics, we want legacy, we want to give something greater than ourselves, and we want to free ourselves from the noise and the trappings that are what our society has become.

I don’t yet have peace. While I have that vision of the ranch, the wrap-around porch, a stem of hay in my mouth as I rock back-and-forth and read and think and plan and pray, I don’t necessarily have the plan that will get me there.

Rather than fret, constantly trying to figure out a way to get what I want I realize that, for now, the task is to improve. Not a day can go by without improvement. (Read This: To Waste A Day Is A Horrible Thing)

I cannot be too lazy to do chores or to work or write or create. The pace, though, has to be a Sunday’s pace.

Every seventh day of the week I’m reminded as to what life’s tempo should be lived at.

I wake up early – at around five or six – with no alarm other than my dog nudging me off my own bed. I rise. I drink coffee and water and write. If I can’t think of anything to write, I read. And then I write. And then I walk Teddy through the deer infested forest that’s a hundred feet from my home.

On Sundays I get more work done than on Mondays or Tuesdays or Wednesdays. I’m less stressed and less worried about what has to get done. It’s a free day when no one else is working so whatever I get done is a bonus.

The mindset of a bonus day is powerful. It’s like the hours, days, and years you gain after a near-death experience, maybe a battle with cancer or recovering from what was deemed as a terminal illness. I don’t know what that’s like but in some way it has to be like you’re living on free time, years that shouldn’t be yours, so why waste time worrying about the things you used to worry about or polluting your mind with the things that once occupied it?

That’s Sunday.

That’s peace.

My dream is to create that peace. My goal is to figure out how to have that peace with what I have now, not dependent on earning more or working more or even aiming higher.

Every man thinks he wants power. Every man thinks he wants excess and money and wealth. He thinks he needs his own plane to feel like a man or his own office building or his dream car to feel like he’s made it. It’s a myth; a myth that keeps us pursuing the wrong things and in the wrong manner.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a scumbag or a saint, a go-giver or a taker, in the end every man comes to realize that what he wants is his own corner of the world, wisdom he can pass on to kids of his own, and peace. He wants Sundays seven days a week.

About The Author

Chad Howse: Chad’s mission is to get you in the arena, ‘marred by the dust and sweat and blood’, to help you set and achieve audacious goals in the face of fear, and not only build your ideal body, but the life you were meant to live.

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