Noble effort, happiness, and evolution

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Like most people, my mind meanders much of the time. I find myself starting a task with great aplomb but soon I lose focus and end up daydreaming, dicking around on the internet, and otherwise wasting time. This is especially pronounced in my job-free life, where it is up to me to structure my own time and pursue my own goals. I haven’t done terribly at this, but I also haven’t done as much as I know I’m capable of, or even as much as I want to do.
I successfully changed several of my bad habits a few years ago, but, over time, I found myself retreating back into those old patterns. I learned once again that inertia is powerful, the ruts in our brains are deep, and gains, if not protected, can soon be lost. In the last few months, even my physical well-being has suffered from the lazy choices I was making. I felt low-grade fatigue and nausea many days, and dragging myself through even the bare minimum tasks required took what seemed like an inordinate amount of effort. Was I depressed? No, I don’t think so. I was just feeling lost, lacking even a compelling reason or the energy to get found.
So I signed up for a spiritual retreat in the Rocky Mountains hoping to jump those entrenched tracks, get my head straight, and make some space for something new to emerge. The annual Being and Becoming Retreat takes place in two parts: being is all about practicing what it’s like to take a liberated position to life, and becoming is about operating from that position in conjunction with others. I decided that I needed to start at the beginning, and so signed up for the Being half.
Sitting on a cushion without moving for 10 days is not as easy as it sounds, but ultimately it was incredibly rewarding. Our instructions were simple: let everything go and have no relationship to whatever arose in our consciousness, from beloved songs to brilliant ideas to back pain. Most importantly, our teacher told us, don’t give up. Keep making noble effort.
This phrase, “noble effort,” really stood out for me. Trying is one thing; making noble effort is another. It puts a higher and deeper value on our struggles, and makes continued exertion feel, in and of itself, worthwhile. As I sat hour after hour, I put everything I had into the act of meditation. Some hours were easy and some were torturous. But the fact that I kept at it, even in the face of terror and distraction and physical pain, made me feel proud and capable. It also led to beautiful moments when I was freed from the small position I usually operate from, and got to experience what it feels like to be truly liberated from the past and future, alive and awake in the present moment.
I noticed that, as I exerted my will, I felt lighter, more positive, happier. I wanted to sing and dance all the way back to Pittsburgh, and visions of what’s possible came streaking through my imagination like glittering comets. I had meditated before, and had lovely experiences of space and freedom and expansion. But what was a new realization for me was that all this good stuff comes simply from continued trying. “Noble effort is the most sacred thing in the world,” our teacher said, and I felt a wall in me crumble.
Being a member of Generation X, perhaps the most cynical crew ever to walk this good green earth, I sometimes saw my desire for a better me and a better culture as something shameful. “You talk such a good game,” I would tell myself, “about wanting to be a new kind of person creating new ways to live and relate. And yet look at you, doing the same stupid shit you’ve been doing for 20 years! You are full of it!” You can guess where this train of thought led—straight back into silliness, laziness, and despair.
But Andrew’s words flipped that around for me. Yes, I have inertia and karma and bad habits to overcome, and no, I will not always be successful in my attempts to do so. But to allow momentarily failures to become a rationale to quit trying is insanity. Noble effort is sacred. Instead of twisting my utopian impulses into a reason for self-doubt, I need to treasure them, cultivate them, and encourage them.
Since the retreat, it’s funny—my life is pretty much the same, but it feels different, too. The ideas I am working on—this blog, Bright Green Burgh, a new handmade business, a band—haven’t fundamentally changed, but my position to them has. All will require lots of work, lots of effort, but I’m not scared of that anymore. What’s important is that I keep pouring myself into what seems right.
Last night I was reading Gretchen Rubin’s lovely book The Happiness Project, and she takes on this concept of noble effort in a more secular way. She has to try hard to keep her resolutions, but she finds that the effort it takes is more than worth it; that the harder she tries, the more success she has, and the happier she and her family become. One thing Rubin excels at is peppering her own work with thoughtful and well-placed quotes from others, and one in particular stood out to me, from William Butler Yeats: “Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this this nor that, but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.”
It seems obvious to say that growth and effort are inextricably linked, that effort leads to growth and growth requires effort, but deep in my heart, I have difficulty believing it. Cynicism and distrust are so embedded in me, it’s almost like they are my default operating system. And while it’s true that many try and try and try and still fail, and I may be among them, it’s also true that failure in and of itself can lead to growth, if it’s thought of in the right way, as discovery and a step on a path rather than a dead end.
This rings true in my own little personal life; the more effort I expend, and the more I can see problems as opportunities to learn rather than wellsprings of drama, the more I am able to keep doing what needs to be done. It seems to hold true on a bigger scale, too. Can we look at our time in history as simply where we are rather than entrenched and unsolvable and the result of a fundamental flaw in who we are? Can we see ourselves with compassion AND hold ourselves to a higher standard, as we would a growing child? Can we encourage what’s good while pruning what’s bad? Can we cultivate our nobler impulses rather than shitting on them?
After 10 days of letting it all go, I’m ready to put everything I have into maintaining this position of freedom so that I can whole-heartedly participate in the development we need to do. The fact that making noble effort brings happiness, too, is just the icing on the cake.
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