We all have our preferences in futility. I have at various times made different forms of this observation, but today it struck me again as I watched my Mom weed her flower garden. I wouldnâ€™t do that, I thought. It wasnâ€™t because I thought weeding was too hardâ€“weeding is easy. It wasnâ€™t because I hate weedingâ€“weeding is okay, and I actually enjoy the appearance of a weeded garden.
The futility of weeding is what gets to me. You spend a lot of time weeding a garden and a week later you need to do it all over again. And again. And again. Itâ€™s like running in place and never getting anywhere, or building castles in the sand only to have the tide destroy them. My reaction is, â€œI have only so many hours in the day and if a garden is not going to stay weeded for a good long time, Iâ€™m not going to weed it.â€ This is why I work better with vines and trees. The repetitive maintenance activity is seasonal, not every week.
But Iâ€™m not some high-minded person who thinks he abstains from such ridiculous things as futile activity. I know I simply prefer other forms of futility. Read more here.