I’d love to plead for my ease. This world we live in is so concerned with that that is hard. We praise hard work, hard workers, those who have had a hard life. We’ll forgive a fault if we saw that the person tried hard.
But to plead for ease? That pleases me.
I learned to value ease from training in Feldenkrais, to move toward that which is easy instead of that which is hard. I have accomplished worlds more from going toward the easeful path rather than the hard one. Which doesn’t mean that I’ve chosen a life of sloth, indolence and ready comforts.
For me, ease is something much more valuable than comfort. Ease creates possibility. It offers movement and choice.
For my ease. I’d risk a great deal.
For my ease, I’d sacrifice, too.