Sunday, April 29, 2007

The Death of Desire

I was in Philadelphia this past weekend. I ran in the Penn Relays and things went well for me and for my Houston Elite teammates. We repeated as the 4x100 champions in our age category. I am inserting a video link here if you are interested in watching. There is a different angle from a different web site here. We are the team in dark uniforms in lane 7, and I ran the second leg. Yes, that is the shiny head of Seven.

However, it is not my specific intention to write about a track meet today. During the course of the weekend I was struck by a more conceptual thought that I want to process through your helpful brains if I might.

Some of you that have read here for a while might remember how excited I was last year when I returned from the Penn Relays. It was my first year to race with Houston Elite and the victory from 2006 was important to me. The win Friday, in 2007, was just as important but it felt different in a way. I think the way to express it properly is to say ‘the newness of the experience was not present’ and therefore it was not quite as exhilarating.

Another interesting moment that formed a buttress for that thought occurred later in the day Friday. Here is what happened. My team also had a 4x400 relay team entered to race later in the afternoon. I’m not a member of that foursome but I can tell you the team is widely respected, even feared, and they win at Penn consistently. Well, a funny thing happened, as they say, on the way to that particular race. Amid the chaos that is Penn Relays and the 2.5 hour delay brought on by heavy rains, my teammates were not on the track at race time. They literally missed the race because of a time misjudgment. Trust me, it was easy to do and other teams also failed to show.

It seems to me that a lot of us might react to that situation with anger or frustration. They had flown to Philly from Houston for the race. In the cell phone calls that came after the missed race my coach called me and asked me to come down to the awards area. All four members of the team were there when I arrived. They weren’t angry. They weren’t frustrated. They were even a tad jovial and had found smiles for the irony of it all.

What does this story and the earlier story have in common you might be asking? Our coach Bill Collins said this to me, “We missed it and it’s too bad, but what this means is that some other teams that have been trying for years to win at Penn had a chance to do so today and they will take home medals, and they will deserve them.” It took me another half hour to process that attitude, but I can tell you all the team members owned the same feeling. You see, they have won so many times that the ‘new’ has worn off and yet they can still remember the thrill of the first victory and they felt alright in letting another group know that feeling, even if at was at their own expense.

So I want to take the two thoughts and marry them into a singular thought.

I think it is possible that the presence of satisfaction can signal the death of desire. However, it is not a fatalistic statement, nor does it represent a flaw in the nature of being satisfied.

If I look at that thought closely, it’s possible to examine it in two interpretive ways. Many in our culture express a belief that the achievement of satisfaction is the true goal of our life. Is there more to seek than to be completely satisfied? If we imagine a rotund Buddha in motionless seated nirvana are we seeing a human in perfect satisfaction? If so, what then? Will the Buddha not need to eat or think again? Is the Buddha now without desire? Is this our goal, to be without desire?

Extend that thinking to imagine a world without desire. To me its seems reasonable to imagine a stalled civilization, one ‘satisfied’ that all things are as good, noble or as perfect as they might ever become. How many of us believe the US Post Office has reached a perfect status that we can be satisfied with? Do we believe automobile travel is at its safest? Clearly we can develop questions like these for hours on end.

If satisfaction is the death of desire, then maybe satisfaction is not all it’s trumpeted to be?

My thinking is that satisfaction has its place in a balanced equation. It’s important to reach a plateau of satisfaction so we can rest for a moment and reflect on what we have achieved. But dare we sit too long and risk the death of desire?

I imagine it this way. Desire is the road we travel, satisfaction is represented by the places we stop to visit, the friends and sights that give pleasure. Even though we might stop for moments, days or even years, there is always the never ending road of desire that propels us forward to a new place. I trust it’s a better place as well.

What I do know for sure is I would have never run in the Penn Relays without a desire to do so. I would never have met the men that smiled through their disappointment and wished happiness on others simply because they had already known the same happiness themselves. On the other end of that arrangement is a new Penn 4x400 relay champion that might never have been champions on Friday if they had not continued to bring their own desire to the track.

I’m not dismissing satisfaction, I love being satisfied. I am not dismissing desire. It propels me to newer and keener satisfactions and it has revealed qualities in my teammates that make me proud to call them friends.

I’m looking for the balance. Desire that moves me to satisfaction, then a brief rest in the satisfaction. Afterward, anticipating the desire that moves me down the road another distance in a restless search for the better and for, dare I say it? Satisfaction.

11 Comments:

Blogger Rick said...

Desire. It is what it is. My comfort level is inversely proportional to my expectations. I have no serenity until I accept things as they are.

On another note... Where ya been for an entire FREAKIN' MONTH?

April 30, 2007 at 9:22 AM  
Anonymous Rob said...

7, well, it's very sad that the 4x400 missed the call. But I have to tell you that BC is one special man. I think that moment of resignation and eventual joy for another team at the Penn Relays will be as special memory and tribute to Houston Elite, because of the grace you all demonstrate.

April 30, 2007 at 3:23 PM  
Blogger Reach said...

7,
I hold true to myself in the belief of Karma. Everything holds a purpose and happens for a specific reason.

I noticed you used the word "balance" in this post. Could balance also be harmony? If this thought were true, would then the balance of a consistently winning team miss the show and have satisfaction? Harmony for the next win, whether finishing first or watching the win.

Reach

May 1, 2007 at 10:20 PM  
Blogger Reach said...

By the way- Welcome back.

Why do I feel like saying, "Cotter"?

Did I just age myself? HA, if you know this one, then you just aged yourself.

Reach

May 1, 2007 at 10:25 PM  
Blogger kathi said...

Dang, guy, you can run! Thanks for the video links.

This was a great attitude your coach expressed, and I love the lesson it gave you to post.
I think that knowing true satisfaction inspires desire. It's when someone has never felt true satisfaction that they fail to be motivated by desire.

May 2, 2007 at 8:49 AM  
Blogger Stepping Over the Junk said...

Balance is what it is all about. No matter what. In work, relationships, outdoor activities, eating, working out, partying, the list could go on...I am impressed by this post, very cool about the relays. Takes me back to my track days...

May 4, 2007 at 2:12 PM  
Blogger Jenn said...

I almost missed a race once. They called my name three times over the loud speaker and the whole stadium got to watch me hightail it down the stairs to the track. I was winded before I even started. But it was fun.

To your point...how dull would life be if we were all just satisfied once. Which is what would happen if there was no desire past satisfaction.

You've nailed it...it's cyclical.

Welcome back, brown man.

May 4, 2007 at 7:43 PM  
Blogger Lynilu said...

If it weren't for that drive, we'd all be standing still. Thank goodness we have that to motivate us and make life challenging and fun. I think about how the challenges in my life both frustrate me and keep me inspired at the same time. And looking back, ain't it sweet?

I'm glad your back, too .... Cotter!!

May 4, 2007 at 11:35 PM  
Blogger Mayden's Voyage said...

Thank goodness at the end of the growing season the trees don't say to themselves,
"Hey- this was a great crop and I'm done!"

The drive to be satisfied, I think, must always be replaced by the drive of a new desire.
Little cycles of life, growth, and death- or satisfaction- are seen in almost everything. From nature, to sex, to eating, to winning races.

Part of the problem, I think, is the word "Death" has so much negativity attached to it. The truth is that the word "accomplished" could be a good substitute for the word death.

Satisfaction is an
"accomplishment" of desire, but not necessarily a true end- becaues desire will appear again.

In latin the word "complete" is "perficio"...I see the the word "perfect" there- or the beginning of the meaning of the word at least.
I love the idea that after desiring something- and obtaining it...when the race, or lover, or meal is "perficio"- that I am left with the sense of having had a "perfect" experience. That feeling is part of what drives me on towards the next experience.
And the opposite can be true too- if the experiece was less than perfect, or complete, I want the next one to be better.

I suppose it's ironic that the very thing that satisfies us plants within us a seed of desire.

Seven, as usual...this was a remarkable post. Gave me so much to ponder this afternoon-
lovely :)

May 6, 2007 at 12:37 PM  
Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

Man, I wish we all had hooked up. Are you coming to Philly soon? I remember hearing about that race.

May 10, 2007 at 3:31 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

My next travel to the northeast will be to Maine in August. But....next year I will very likely be in Philly for Penn Relays again...God allowing.

May 10, 2007 at 4:52 PM  

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