Johnbritto Kurusumuthu, the founder of Rise&Inspire—a space where his passions for law, faith, technology, and personal growth come together. His journey began in teaching, government service, and policy work, always guided by a commitment to integrity and the public good. Over time, he discovered the joy of writing—not just to explain, but to empower. What started as a small blog has now grown into a platform where he shares reflections on faith, legal literacy, technology, and daily inspiration. He believes words can transform people, and people, in turn, can transform the world. For him, faith and reason walk hand in hand, and knowledge should always be accessible and practical. Open to collaborations in writing, research, digital outreach, and social impact, he extends an invitation:let’s rise and inspire together.
There is a much deeper question underneath “How should one spend time fruitfully?” The mistake is to equate fruitfulness with financial productivity. Income is one measure of value, but it is certainly not the only one—and its importance changes across the stages of life.
What makes time “fruitful”?
A fruitful life can be measured by several kinds of return:
Kind of return
What it might mean
Financial
Earning, saving, investing, creating economic value
Leaving behind ideas, knowledge, kindness, or work that benefits others
Maintaining a blog is particularly interesting. A blog does not become unproductive simply because it does not generate advertising revenue. If writing makes you think more clearly, researching makes you learn, and publishing gives useful ideas to others, there are already several forms of return.
In fact, discipline itself can be a form of productivity. Continuing to create something because it has meaning to you—rather than because it produces money—can represent a very mature understanding of time.
Does the meaning of productivity change with age?
I think it does.
When we are young, income naturally deserves considerable attention. We have education costs, family responsibilities, housing, retirement needs and many years in which financial decisions compound. Earning is not merely materialism; it can be responsibility.
But later in life, the equation can change.
The question gradually moves from:
“How much did my time earn?”
towards:
“What did my time add to my life and to the lives of others?”
A retired person spending two hours learning how AI works may earn nothing from it. Yet those two hours may produce curiosity, mental stimulation, independence and enjoyment. Those are genuine returns.
Likewise, an hour spent talking to an old friend may produce zero income but enormous human value.
Should we regret time that did not produce income?
Not necessarily.
There is an important distinction between regretting wasted time and regretting time that did not make money.
Wasted time might be time spent doing something we ourselves consider empty or harmful.
But time spent reading, learning, writing, thinking, helping someone, enjoying family, cultivating a hobby, or simply experiencing life does not become wasted merely because no money came from it.
There is also a danger in judging the past entirely by today’s economic standards. A person’s earlier years may have contained things whose value was invisible at the time: relationships, knowledge, character, memories, skills and experiences.
And even genuine mistakes need not become lifelong sources of repentance. Regret is useful when it teaches; it becomes destructive when it merely keeps charging us interest on the past.
This does not mean income stops mattering in later life. Financial security can protect independence, provide access to healthcare, reduce anxiety and give people the freedom to pursue what matters to them. The point is not to replace income with satisfaction, but to recognise that once basic financial security is reasonably established, satisfaction, relationships, learning and contribution may become increasingly important measures of a well-lived life.
Perhaps the better question is not:
“Why didn’t I make more money with that time?”
but:
“What can I learn from how I used my time, and how do I want to use the time I still have?”
A more complete definition of a fruitful life
Perhaps we could define it this way:
Time is fruitful when, by the end of it, something worthwhile has increased—knowledge, health, wisdom, relationships, creativity, usefulness, happiness, peace, or the well-being of another person.
By that definition, income is one fruit, not the whole harvest.
And there is an especially important point for later life: satisfaction should not mean merely sitting back and consuming time. It can mean continuing to learn, create, contribute and enjoy—but without feeling compelled to monetise everything.
That makes your example of the advertising-free blog quite powerful. The blog can be viewed not as a failed business, but as a personal intellectual practice: a disciplined way of learning, thinking, creating and sharing.
Perhaps the real measure is not “How much money did my time produce?” but “When I look back, can I say that my time was meaningfully lived?”
That is a much broader—and, particularly in later life, perhaps a kinder—measure of a fruitful life.
The deeper message is that the value of our remaining time lies not simply in what it earns, but in how meaningfully it is lived.
The first hour of the day is the only hour nobody else has claimed. Here is the case for spending it well.
By John Britto Kurusumuthu
There is one stretch of the day that nobody competes for.
No one schedules a meeting inside it. No client expects a reply from it. No committee sits in it. The first hour after waking is, in the strictest sense, the only hour of the day you genuinely own — and most of us surrender it without a fight, to a screen, to a headline, to the residue of yesterday’s anxieties.
That is a costly surrender, because the morning is not merely the beginning of the day. It is the most repeatable hour of your life. Whatever you place in it, you place there roughly three hundred and sixty-five times a year. Very few decisions in life carry that kind of multiplier.
What follows is not a fitness regimen and not a prescription. It is an argument — set out in points, as arguments should be — for six small acts that ask very little of you in the morning and appear, on the weight of present evidence, to give a great deal back over a lifetime.
I. The Argument in Short
Before the six practices, the reasoning that holds them together. Five propositions:
1. Length of life is not the real prize. Healthspan is — the number of years you live with a body and mind that still do what you ask of them. A long life spent dependent is not the ambition; a capable life is.
2. Healthspan is built by accumulation, not by intervention. Nobody becomes strong, steady or well-rested in a single heroic effort. These things are deposits, made in small amounts, over decades.
3. The morning is the most reliable place to make those deposits. Willpower is at its highest, interruptions at their lowest, and the hour repeats itself with a regularity no other part of the day can match.
4. The six factors that matter most are unglamorous. Hydration, light, protein, balance, breath and movement. Not one of them costs money. Not one requires equipment. Not one demands more than a few minutes.
5. Therefore, the morning is leverage. The smallest available effort, applied at the point of greatest repetition, producing the largest cumulative return. That is the whole case.
II. The Six Practices
Each is set out the same way: what it is, why it matters, and the smallest possible way to begin — because a habit you can begin tomorrow is worth more than a habit you admire in principle.
1. Hydrate Before Anything Else
What it is: A full glass of water within a few minutes of waking, before coffee, before the phone, before the day makes its first demand.
Why it matters: You have just spent six to eight hours without a drop of fluid while continuing to breathe, perspire and metabolise. You wake in mild deficit. Adequate hydration supports normal blood volume, circulation and cardiovascular function, and a body running short of fluid produces symptoms we routinely mistake for something else — headache, sluggishness, poor concentration, even hunger.
How to begin: Place a filled glass beside your bed the previous night. The habit then requires no decision at all in the morning, which is precisely why it survives.
2. Step Into the Morning Light
What it is: Ten to twenty minutes of natural outdoor light soon after waking — a balcony, a terrace, a courtyard, a gate, a short walk. Daylight, not a lamp; outdoors, not through glass.
Why it matters: The body keeps time by light. Morning exposure to natural light helps anchor the circadian rhythm, which in turn governs the sleep–wake cycle, daytime alertness and the timing of sleep at night. The paradox worth noting is this: the quality of tonight’s sleep is decided, in part, by what your eyes saw this morning.
How to begin: Take the first cup of tea or coffee outside instead of indoors. You change nothing about your routine except the room.
3. Eat Adequate Protein
What it is: A breakfast that contains real protein — eggs, curd or yoghurt, milk, pulses, fish, nuts, paneer — rather than one composed almost entirely of refined carbohydrate.
Why it matters: From roughly the fourth decade onward, muscle mass declines quietly and steadily unless it is actively defended. Muscle is not vanity; it is the tissue that carries you up a flight of stairs at seventy-five and lets you rise unaided from a chair at eighty-five. Older adults generally require sufficient dietary protein to preserve muscle mass and strength, and the effect is strongest when protein is paired with resistance exercise.
A necessary correction: Much is made online of a magic thirty-gram threshold at breakfast. The genuinely useful idea is simpler and less dramatic — adequate protein spread across the whole day, not a single ritual number at dawn. Treat breakfast as the meal most often neglected, not as the meal that must carry the entire burden.
How to begin: Add one protein item to whatever you already eat. One egg. One bowl of curd. A handful of groundnuts. Addition is easier to sustain than replacement.
4. Train Your Balance
What it is: Thirty to sixty seconds standing on one leg, then the other. That is the entire exercise.
Why it matters: Balance is a trainable skill that decays when unused, and its decay is invisible until the day it announces itself. Simple balance exercises can improve stability and help reduce the risk of falls — and a fall in later life is rarely just a fall. It is frequently the event that separates an independent decade from a dependent one. Of all six practices, this is the one most often dismissed and most likely to matter.
How to begin: Attach it to something you already do standing still. Brushing your teeth. Waiting for the kettle. Keep a wall or a chair back within reach, and start with eyes open.
5. Practise Slow, Deliberate Breathing
What it is: Two to five minutes of controlled breathing — a longer exhalation than inhalation, unhurried, without strain.
Why it matters: Controlled breathing techniques may promote relaxation and influence autonomic nervous-system activity — the balance between the body’s alarm response and its rest-and-recovery state. The day will supply you with enough reasons to be tense. There is a quiet dignity in deciding that its opening minutes will not be among them.
How to begin: Sit. Inhale for a count of four, exhale for a count of six. Ten cycles. If the mind wanders, it wanders; return to the count without self-reproach.
6. Move Soon After Waking
What it is: Gentle walking, stretching, mobility work, light household movement — anything that ends the long stillness of the night.
Why it matters: Of all the lifestyle factors ever studied, regular physical activity has among the strongest evidence linking it to a longer and healthier life. Not intensity. Not achievement. Regularity. Movement in the morning also carries a psychological advantage that is easy to underestimate: it is one thing already done, already won, before the day has had any opportunity to go wrong.
How to begin: Ten minutes of walking. If ten feels ambitious, five. The number matters far less than the fact that it happens tomorrow, and again the day after.
III. A Savings Clause
Permit me an occupational habit. No instrument of any worth is complete without a savings clause, and honesty requires one here. Four qualifications:
1. These are associations, not guarantees. The evidence links these habits to better health outcomes across populations. It does not promise any particular outcome to any particular person, and anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
2. Healthspan is the surer claim; lifespan is the hopeful one. The case that these practices help you live better is considerably stronger than the case that they help you live longer. That is still an excellent bargain.
3. They do not displace medicine. Blood pressure, blood sugar, cholesterol, medication, screening — none of that is replaced by a glass of water and a minute on one leg. These habits sit alongside medical care; they do not substitute for it.
4. Individual circumstances govern. If you have a cardiac condition, impaired mobility, a fluid restriction, diabetes or kidney disease, or if you are on medication that affects balance or blood pressure, take your doctor’s advice on how these apply to you specifically. A general article cannot know your particulars.
None of this weakens the argument. It simply states it at its true strength — which, properly understood, is considerable.
IV. What the Traditions Already Knew
There is something disarming about modern science arriving, by way of randomised trials and cohort studies, at a conclusion that human civilisations reached independently and long ago. Consider:
1. The Indian tradition set aside Brahma Muhurta, the hour and a half before sunrise, as the most auspicious time for study, practice and self-discipline — rising before light, then meeting it.
2. Yogic practice placed pranayama, the deliberate regulation of breath, at the centre of the morning discipline rather than at its margins.
3. Monastic communities across Christian Europe rose for Lauds at first light — a fixed, unnegotiable morning office, kept daily for centuries.
4. Muslim practice anchors the day to Fajr before dawn, followed by prostration: a physical sequence of standing, bending and rising, repeated at the day’s opening.
5. Japanese workplaces and schools still begin the day with radio taiso, a few minutes of collective calisthenics — movement built into the morning as a matter of shared civic routine.
6. The Stoics of Rome opened the day with a deliberate morning meditation, rehearsing what the hours ahead might demand before the hours arrived to demand it.
Different centuries. Different continents. Different metaphysics entirely. Yet a common instinct, arrived at independently: that the morning is not a corridor to be hurried through on the way to the real day. The morning is where the day is decided.
Science has not discovered this. It has confirmed it — which, for those of us who value evidence and inheritance alike, is the more satisfying result.
V. Twenty Minutes, Beginning Tomorrow
Assembled into a sequence, the six practices are not a programme. They are barely an inconvenience:
Minute 1: Drink the glass of water placed beside your bed last night.
Minutes 2–4: Sit. Breathe slowly. Ten unhurried cycles.
Minutes 5–15: Step outside into the morning light and walk.
Minute 16: Stand on one leg while the kettle boils. Then the other.
Minutes 17–20: Eat a breakfast that contains protein.
Twenty minutes. No membership, no equipment, no expenditure. And crucially — no dependence on motivation, which is the least reliable resource any of us possess. What this sequence depends on is design: the glass placed the night before, the habit tethered to something you already do, the walk built from a route you already know.
VI. The Compounding Case
Here is the last point, and the one I would ask you to carry away.
None of these six acts will change anything tomorrow. You will not feel measurably stronger, sleep measurably better, or stand measurably steadier by the end of the week. This is exactly why they are so widely abandoned — they offer no early evidence of their own value, and we are a species that wants receipts.
But run them for a decade and the arithmetic changes entirely. Three thousand six hundred and fifty glasses of water. Three thousand mornings of light. A thousand hours of walking. A balance reflex quietly maintained through the years in which it would otherwise have quietly disappeared. None of it dramatic on any single day; all of it decisive across a life.
That is the nature of compounding, and it is why the morning deserves better than we usually give it. You are not trying to transform your health before breakfast. You are making one small deposit, in a body that keeps very careful accounts, and then making it again tomorrow.
The first hour belongs to you. It is the one hour of the day that will never be taken from you by anybody else — and therefore the only one you can lose entirely by your own consent.
A Prefatory Note on Provenance
Two questions were put to me: what sources the article was written from, and what a reader might go on to read. They are not the same question, and it is worth separating them honestly.
The article was drafted from a six-point working summary of established public health guidance. It was not compiled from the primary literature at the time of writing. What follows is therefore the underlying evidence located afterwards and checked against each claim in the post — which is the more useful document in any case, because it lets a reader test the argument rather than take it on trust.
Every item below has been verified as to author, journal, year and finding. Where the evidence is observational rather than experimental, that is stated. Where a popular claim is weaker than it sounds, that is stated too.
I. Hydration and Cardiovascular Health
1. Dmitrieva NI, Gagarin A, Liu D, Wu CO and Boehm M, eBioMedicine (2023), reporting for the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, NIH.
The principal source for the hydration claim. Drawing on 11,255 adults followed for about thirty years in the Atherosclerosis Risk in Communities cohort, the study found that adults whose serum sodium sat at the upper end of the normal range were more likely to develop chronic conditions, to show markers of advanced biological ageing, and to die younger. Serum sodium rises as fluid intake falls, and was used as a proxy for habitual hydration.
2. Dmitrieva NI and colleagues, European Heart Journal (2022), on middle-age serum sodium and heart failure risk.
The earlier paper in the same line of work. Among 11,814 participants free of heart failure, diabetes and obesity at baseline, serum sodium above 143 mmol/L in middle age was associated with a 39 per cent higher risk of developing heart failure over 25 years. The authors suggest fluid intake of roughly 1.5 to 2.1 litres daily for women and 2 to 3 litres for men.
A necessary caution. Both studies are observational. They establish association, not causation, and serum sodium is a proxy measure rather than a direct record of what anyone drank. The sensible reading is that habitual good hydration is prudent, not that a morning glass of water is itself life-extending.
II. Morning Light and the Circadian System
3. Czeisler CA and Gooley JJ, on the effect of light on human circadian physiology, reviewing twenty-five years of laboratory work at the Division of Sleep Medicine, Harvard.
The foundational review. The human circadian system runs to a cycle near but not exactly twenty-four hours, and must therefore be reset daily. Light is the principal agent of that resetting. Morning light advances the clock; evening light delays it.
4. Blume C, Garbazza C and Spitschan M, Somnologie, volume 23, issue 3 (2019), pages 147 to 156, on the effects of light on human circadian rhythms, sleep and mood.
5. Bauer J and others for the PROT-AGE Study Group of the European Union Geriatric Medicine Society, Journal of the American Medical Directors Association (2013).
The source of the figures behind the protein point. For adults over 65, the group recommends at least 1.0 to 1.2 grams of protein per kilogram of body weight per day, rising to 1.2 grams or more for those who exercise, and 1.2 to 1.5 grams for those with acute or chronic illness. It expressly excepts those with severe kidney disease not on dialysis, who may need to restrict protein.
6. Schoenfeld BJ and Aragon AA, Journal of the International Society of Sports Nutrition (2018), on how much protein the body can use in a single meal.
This is the source for the correction made in the article. The per-meal figure most often cited derives from Moore and colleagues (2015), who found that muscle protein synthesis is maximally stimulated at roughly 0.4 grams per kilogram of body weight per meal in older adults — which is a proportionate figure, not a fixed thirty grams, and which applies to every meal rather than to breakfast alone.
7. Protein and Aging: Practicalities and Practice, Nutrients, volume 17, issue 15 (2025), article 2461.
A recent and readable synthesis. It notes that around 30 per cent of men and 50 per cent of women over 71 in the United States consume inadequate protein, and it addresses the practical barriers — appetite, dentition, cost, isolation — that most guidance ignores.
IV. Balance, Falls and Mortality
8. Araujo CG, de Souza e Silva CG, Laukkanen JA, Fiatarone Singh M, Kunutsor SK, Myers J, Franca JF and Castro CL, British Journal of Sports Medicine, volume 56, issue 17 (2022), pages 975 to 980.
The study behind the claim that balance matters more than readers expect. Among 1,702 adults aged 51 to 75 in Rio de Janeiro, inability to hold a ten-second one-legged stance was associated with an 84 per cent higher risk of death from any cause over the following decade, after adjustment for age, sex, body mass and existing illness. The authors caution that the cohort was entirely white Brazilian, that the design is observational, and that data on prior falls, diet, smoking and balance-affecting medication were unavailable.
9. Sherrington C, Fairhall NJ, Wallbank GK, Tiedemann A, Michaleff ZA, Howard K, Clemson L, Hopewell S and Lamb SE, Cochrane Database of Systematic Reviews (2019), Issue 1, article CD012424.
The strongest evidence on this point, and experimental rather than observational. Pooling 108 randomised controlled trials across 23,407 participants in 25 countries, the review found that balance and functional exercises reduce the rate of falls by 24 per cent, with high-certainty evidence. Programmes combining balance work with resistance training reduced falls by about 34 per cent.
V. Slow Breathing and Autonomic Activity
10. Zaccaro A, Piarulli A, Laurino M, Garbella E, Menicucci D, Neri B and Gemignani A, Frontiers in Human Neuroscience, volume 12 (2018), article 353.
The systematic review underlying the breathing point. Slow breathing, defined as fewer than ten breaths a minute, was found to increase heart rate variability and respiratory sinus arrhythmia, with corresponding changes in central nervous system activity, and reported increases in comfort, relaxation and alertness alongside reduced anxiety and arousal.
11. Lehrer PM and Gevirtz R, Frontiers in Psychology, volume 5 (2014), on heart rate variability biofeedback and its mechanisms.
A necessary caution. This is the weakest of the six evidence bases. The effects are real but measured largely over short intervals in healthy volunteers, and the long-term cardiovascular benefit remains unestablished. The article says “may promote relaxation” rather than anything firmer, and that wording is deliberate.
VI. Physical Activity
12. Bull FC and others, World Health Organization 2020 guidelines on physical activity and sedentary behaviour, British Journal of Sports Medicine (2020).
The authoritative statement. Adults should undertake 150 to 300 minutes of moderate-intensity activity weekly, or 75 to 150 minutes of vigorous activity, with muscle-strengthening work on two or more days. Adults over 65 should add activities emphasising balance and coordination to help prevent falls. Physical activity is associated with reduced all-cause mortality, cardiovascular disease, hypertension, type 2 diabetes, several cancers, and improved cognition, sleep, anxiety and depression.
13. WHO Guidelines on Physical Activity and Sedentary Behaviour, World Health Organization, Geneva (2020), full text.
The fourth part of the article draws on historical and religious practice rather than clinical literature, and the sources are accordingly of a different kind. These are offered as primary texts and points of entry rather than as evidence of any health claim:
Brahma Muhurta and the pre-dawn discipline: the Ayurvedic compendia, principally the Ashtanga Hridayam, together with modern commentaries on daily regimen (dinacharya).
Pranayama: the Hatha Yoga Pradipika, chapter two, and Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras, book two, on the regulation of breath as a limb of practice.
Lauds and the monastic hours: the Rule of Saint Benedict, chapters eight to twenty, on the ordering of the Divine Office and the night and morning prayers.
Fajr: the canonical collections on the merit and timing of the dawn prayer, together with any standard scholarly account of the five daily prayers.
Radio taiso: the broadcast exercise programme instituted in Japan in 1928 and revived by NHK after 1951; the NHK and Japan Post Insurance historical accounts are the usual references.
The Stoic morning preparation: Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, particularly the opening of Book Five, and Seneca’s letters on the ordering of the day.
VIII. How to Read This Evidence
Four points of interpretation, for the reader who wishes to weigh the sources rather than simply accept them.
First, the six practices do not rest on evidence of equal strength. The falls and physical activity evidence is experimental and strong. The protein evidence is a considered expert consensus. The hydration and balance-mortality evidence is observational. The breathing evidence is the most preliminary of all. An honest article treats them differently, and this one does.
Second, association is not causation. Several of these studies show that people with a given characteristic fare better. They do not show that acquiring the characteristic produces the improvement. The one-legged stance is the clearest instance: it is very likely a marker of underlying health as much as a cause of it.
Third, cohorts are not universal. The balance study drew entirely on white Brazilians. The hydration study drew on an American cohort. Neither was designed with an Indian or global South population in view, and their authors say so.
Fourth, none of this is individual medical advice, and the guideline documents themselves are careful to say as much. Kidney disease, cardiac conditions, fluid restrictions and balance-affecting medication all alter the application, and a treating physician remains the only person positioned to say how.
👆Sources and Further Reading
Over to You
Of the six, which one would cost you the least to begin tomorrow morning — and what has actually been stopping you from starting it until now?
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We treat cartoon logic as something we outgrow. I want to suggest the reverse. Children face few consequences that last; adults face mortgages, diagnoses, court dates and reputations. We are the ones who need a picture in which the fall is real and the fall is not final. Every tradition that invented a trickster seems to have worked this out long ago. They did not build the figure for the children. They built it for the people carrying the weight, and then let the children watch.
Cartoons Were Never Lying To Us
The prompt asks who my favourite cartoon character is. I do not have one anymore. But I have a favourite cartoon quality: the freedom to imagine a world where failure is temporary, problems can be laughed at, and tomorrow always offers another adventure.
The usual thing to say next is that this is childish and we outgrow it. I want to argue the opposite. Cartoons are not unrealistic about failure. They may be the most honest account of it we have.
Watch what actually happens when the anvil falls
The coyote runs off the cliff. He hangs in the air, looks at us, and drops. He is flattened. Then the next frame arrives and he is whole again, already planning the next attempt.
We call this fantasy. But look closely at what the scene claims. It does not claim that the fall did not hurt. It shows the hurt in full. What it claims is that the fall is not the final word about him. Damage is real and damage is not permanent. That is not a lie about the world. That is a position on it.
Compare it with Sisyphus
The Greeks gave us the opposite picture. Sisyphus pushes his stone up the hill, and every time it nears the top it rolls back down. He begins again. Forever.
The shape looks similar to the cartoon. Effort, collapse, restart. But the meaning is reversed. Sisyphus repeats because he is being punished. His failure is designed to be endless. Nothing he learns changes anything. In the cartoon, repetition is opportunity. In the myth, repetition is the sentence.
Compare it with the Jataka tales
Buddhist tradition offers a gentler version. The Jataka stories tell of the Buddha’s previous births, in which he appears as a deer, a monkey, a merchant, a king. Some lives are noble. Some are foolish. No single life is the whole account.
This is closer to the cartoon. Failure becomes one instalment rather than a verdict. But there is a cost. The comfort depends on a very long ledger, stretching across lifetimes you cannot remember. The cartoon offers the same mercy in twenty-four frames. You get the fresh start now, and you get it in this body.
Compare it with Job
The Book of Job ends with restoration. He loses everything and receives more than he lost. Again the shape looks familiar.
But Job must first endure an ordeal, submit to a whirlwind, and be told that the reasons are beyond him. Restoration is granted, and it is granted on terms. The cartoon asks for nothing. No lesson is extracted. The coyote is not improved by being flattened. He is simply allowed to continue.
So three great traditions handle failure by making it permanent, or by deferring recovery across lifetimes, or by charging a price for it. The cartoon grants recovery freely. Of the four, it is the strangest and the kindest.
And it is also the oldest
Here is the part we miss. The animated character is not a modern invention. Every tradition issued one long before film existed.
West Africa gave us Anansi the spider, who schemes, overreaches, and is humiliated, and who returns in the next story unchanged. The Islamic world gave us Nasreddin Hoja, riding his donkey backwards, saying foolish things that turn out to be wise. South India gave us Tenali Raman, the court jester who survives by wit alone.¹ The Native American plains gave us Coyote, who is greedy, gets caught, dies in some tellings, and is somehow alive again in the next.
These figures share one licence. They are permitted to fail in public. And because they fail in public, the audience does not have to. The village watches Nasreddin make the mistake, laughs, and goes home lighter.
Notice who was in that audience. Not children. These stories were told in courts, markets, mosques and campfires, to adults who were taxed, bereaved, indebted and afraid. The trickster was adult medicine.
So the question turns around
I began by saying that growing up should not mean losing this quality. I now think that framing was wrong.
Growing up does not remove our need for the cartoon. It creates it. Children have few consequences that last. Adults have mortgages, diagnoses, court dates and reputations. We are the ones who need a picture in which the fall is real and the fall is not final.
Every culture that invented a trickster had already worked this out. They did not make him for the children. They made him for the people carrying the weight, and then let the children watch.
I do not have a favourite cartoon character. I have a favourite claim, and it is this: you are not what happened to you yesterday. Tomorrow you get redrawn.
¹ Tenali Raman was a poet and jester at the Vijayanagara court of Krishnadevaraya in the sixteenth century. His stories, originally Telugu, are retold across South India in Tamil, Kannada and Malayalam.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
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In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 11 September 2026
How does your mindset affect your financial success?
I started out writing a simple reflection on my own money habits and ended up somewhere I did not plan. I went looking at what people concluded about money long before there was an industry selling the answer. Tamil, Stoic, Buddhist, Islamic, Jewish and Christian thought disagree about almost everything. Yet on this one question they repeatedly return to a similar concern: wealth is judged not simply by how much there is, but by where it came from, what it is for, and what attachment to it does to the person holding it.
Seneca’s version stayed with me longest. A rich man can be poor, having arranged his life so that no sum is ever enough. Curious whether that lands the same way for anyone else here.
What the Old Books Knew About Money
The modern financial-mindset industry is relatively young. The question it claims to answer is roughly three thousand years old. Before deciding what my own attitude to money does for me, I found it worth asking what people concluded about this long before anyone could monetise the answer.
They did not agree on much. But across very different traditions, certain themes recur with a consistency that ought to make us suspicious of anything that presents a newly invented formula as ancient wisdom.
One. Wealth is judged by its origin, not its size.
Thiruvalluvar is blunt about this in the Porul.** Wealth gathered without compassion or by dishonest means is not ethically acceptable wealth, whatever the ledger says. The Kural does not romanticise poverty either, and refuses the easy piety of pretending money does not matter. It matters enormously. But the first question asked of any sum is where it came from, not how large it grew. That single reordering changes what a person optimises for.
Kurals 754 and 755 make this particularly clear: wealth acquired without wrongdoing can yield virtue and happiness, while wealth divorced from mercy and love should be rejected. Kural 756 then adds an important qualification by describing forms of royal revenue, including dues and the spoils of conquest. The three couplets therefore do not offer a simple modern formula about personal wealth; they place the acquisition and use of wealth within a wider ethical and political framework. (Wikisource)
Two. The rich man can be poor.
Seneca returns to this repeatedly. Poverty is not simply having little; it can also mean continually wanting more, and by that definition a man with an estate may be poorer than a man with a cloak.
The Stoics were not recommending destitution. They were pointing out that sufficiency is a mental state, and that a person who has not located it will not necessarily find it at any income. This is the most quietly devastating claim in the whole conversation, because it means the finish line can move at exactly the speed you approach it.
Three. How you earn is part of what you earn.
Right Livelihood sits inside the Buddhist Eightfold Path, not off to one side as a footnote about ethics. It asks whether one’s livelihood is conducted in a way that avoids harm, deception and other forms of wrongful conduct. Buddhist sources explicitly include dishonest or harmful ways of earning among forms of wrong livelihood. (Encyclopedia of Buddhism)
This is a claim about mindset in a deeper sense: the way we earn money is itself part of our ethical life. A livelihood built on deception is not merely a financial transaction with a moral cost attached; it is incompatible with the discipline of Right Livelihood.
Four. Excess is a specific fault with a specific name.
The Qur’anic prohibition on israf treats extravagance and wastefulness as a moral problem rather than merely a matter of taste. Naming the fault precisely does real work. It distinguishes wasteful excess from generosity and prevents frugality from becoming the only measure of responsible spending.
Five. Ownership may be custodial rather than absolute.
The stewardship strand running through Jewish and Christian thought, the concept of amanah in Islam, and the dharmic framing of artha as one legitimate aim bounded by others all arrive at related ideas of responsibility and limitation.
What you hold, you hold on terms. The practical effect is not necessarily guilt but a changed question: not “What may I do with this?” but “What is this for?”
Six. Debt was understood as a relationship, not merely a product.
The Torah’s sabbatical release of debts, the Islamic prohibition of riba, and the long medieval European argument over usury are not identical positions, and I would not pretend otherwise. But each treats lending as something with consequences for people and society rather than simply as a neutral transaction between a person and an instrument.
Whatever one concludes about the economics, the anthropology is worth keeping. Debt does something to the debtor.
Seven. The amount is not the whole point.
This is the convergence that interests me most. These traditions disagree profoundly about God, the self, morality, society and what happens after death. They should not be collapsed into a single philosophy of money.
Yet they repeatedly return to a related question in different vocabularies: the sum is not, by itself, the measure. The measure also lies in the disposition of the person holding it.
Set that against the contemporary claim that the right mindset produces wealth, and the inversion becomes striking. The older traditions are often concerned with what wealth reveals about character, responsibility and purpose. The modern version frequently makes character the input and money the result.
It has reversed the emphasis—and sometimes sold us that reversal as ancient wisdom.
I take the older view.
My financial mindset does not exist simply to generate money. Money exists, in part, to reveal what my mindset actually is.
Whether I am honest when the shortcut is available.
Whether sufficiency is a place I can arrive at or a horizon that retreats.
Whether what I hold, I hold on terms.
Judged that way, I am not certain I am doing well. But I am at least being examined on the right paper.
The alternative is to spend a life scoring highly on a test that no serious person in three thousand years thought was worth setting.
** A note for readers unfamiliar with the Kural
Thiruvalluvar is a Tamil poet-philosopher, generally placed somewhere between the second century BCE and the fifth century CE. The dating is genuinely uncertain, and Tamil scholarship has argued over it for a long time. What is not uncertain is his standing: the Thirukkural is one of the most widely read works in Tamil and holds a distinctive position in Indian intellectual life as a text claimed by readers from many traditions. It names no god, prescribes no ritual, and belongs to no sect. That is precisely why it travels.
The book contains 1,330 couplets arranged into 133 chapters of ten couplets each. Each couplet follows the characteristic seven-cir Kural metre—four metrical units on the first line and three on the second. The compression is the point. A couplet has little room for hedging, illustration, or the softening clause that a paragraph permits. You state the thing or you do not.
The work is divided into three books: Aram, on virtue; Porul, on wealth, statecraft and public life; and Inbam, on love. Porul is by far the longest of the three, running to roughly seven hundred couplets—more than half the book. That proportion is itself an argument. Valluvar does not treat material life as a distraction from the ethical life or as a lower rung to be climbed past. He treats it as an arena where ethics is actually tested, and he gives it the space that view requires.
This is why he can be blunt about money in a way that religious texts on the subject often are not. He is not simply warning you away from wealth. He recognises its importance and turns to the harder questions: how it was acquired, how it is used, and what it enables.
A text that regards wealth as spiritually suspect has to approach the topic obliquely. A text that recognises its practical importance can be direct.
Three couplets carry the particular argument I drew on. Kural 754 holds that wealth acquired without wrongdoing can yield both virtue and happiness. Kural 755 says that wealth acquired without mercy and love should be rejected. Kural 756, however, shifts to the question of royal revenues, reminding us that Valluvar’s discussion of wealth is not confined to modern individual finance. (Wikisource)
The translations vary, as they always do with Tamil compression, but the ethical emphasis of 754 and 755 is clear: the manner in which wealth is acquired matters, and wealth cannot be evaluated solely by its size.
That is a stronger and more interesting claim than the one most modern financial ethics makes, which tends to say that ill-gotten wealth is real wealth carrying a moral cost.
Valluvar invites us to ask a more fundamental question: what kind of wealth are we talking about in the first place?
For readers who want to go further, G. U. Pope’s nineteenth-century English translation is historically significant, while P. S. Sundaram’s Penguin translation offers a more readable modern rendering. Both are worth consulting, since no single English translation can fully capture the compression of the original.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 10 September 2026
If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says?
If your pet could talk, what is the first thing it would say? Most of us reach for something warm, some version of thank you. I did too, and I have never even owned a pet. So I went looking to see whether the great storytelling traditions backed me up. They do not. In scripture, in the Panchatantra, in Aesop, in the Jataka tales, in the Iliad, in Black Beauty, in Kafka, animals given speech use it to accuse, to warn, to bargain, to instruct. Almost never to thank. Which made me wonder what my own answer was really doing. This post is about that, and about why your pet’s silence might be the most valuable thing about it. I would love to know what you think your animal would say.
What the Animals Actually Say
I have never had a pet. So when this prompt arrived, I had no memory to consult, only an instinct — and my instinct produced a sentence almost immediately.
“Thank you for sharing your life with me.”
It felt right. It felt, in fact, like the obvious answer, which should have been the first warning. So before writing anything further, I went looking to see whether the record supported me. Whether, in the long human archive of animals granted speech, gratitude is what they choose to say.
It is not. It is almost never what they say.
The evidence
Begin with the oldest cases, and the pattern establishes itself quickly.
In the Book of Numbers, a donkey is given a voice after being beaten three times by her master, and she uses it to ask what she has done to deserve it. Her first words are a protest against cruelty. In the nineteenth book of the Iliad, Achilles’ horse Xanthos is granted speech by a goddess and immediately foretells his rider’s death — a warning, delivered once, before the voice is taken back. In the Quran, Solomon is given to understand the speech of birds and insects; an ant warns her colony to take shelter before an approaching army crushes them without noticing. Again: a warning, issued to her own kind, with the human overhearing by accident.
Turn to the didactic traditions and the tone changes but the function does not. The animals of the Panchatantra speak in order to instruct, and more often to scheme, plotting and counter-plotting their way through a curriculum in statecraft. Aesop’s beasts speak in order to indict — the fox, the crow, the ass in the lion’s skin, each one an argument about human vanity wearing fur. In the Jataka tales the Bodhisatta is born as animal after animal, and speaks to teach, to bargain, to renounce, and sometimes to expose the man who betrayed him.
Move forward to the modern era and even the sentimental cases hold the line. Anna Sewell gave a horse an entire autobiography, and Black Beauty used it to describe, patiently and in detail, what humans do to horses. Kafka’s ape, summoned before an academy, reports that he never wanted freedom at all — only a way out. Not thanks. A statement of the terms.
Scripture, fable, epic, novel. Across traditions that share no common ancestor, when the animal is finally handed language, it accuses, it warns, it bargains, it instructs, it testifies. The one thing it consistently declines to do is thank us.
What my guess was really about
Which returns me to my own sentence, now looking considerably less innocent.
“Thank you for sharing your life with me” is not a guess about an animal. It is a sentence written by the beneficiary of an arrangement and placed in the mouth of the other party. It ratifies the whole thing. It says the food and the collar and the closed door were a gift, and that the recipient understood them as such and approved.
I had not imagined an animal at all. I had imagined an acquittal.
And I suspect that is what most of us do, which is why the record and the instinct diverge so sharply. The traditions were composed by people willing to let the animal say something inconvenient. My version was composed by someone who wanted to be told he had done well, by a creature he has never actually had to feed at five in the morning.
The case for silence
There is a scene in the Odyssey that I keep returning to, and its power lies entirely in what does not happen. Odysseus comes home in disguise. His old dog Argos, lying neglected, recognises him — and dies. The dog does not speak. He is given no line at all. And the moment is unbearable precisely because nothing is said, because the recognition has to be carried across a gap that language never crosses.
That gap, I have come to think, is not a defect in the relationship. It is the site of the relationship. Everything a pet is understood to mean is meaning its owner supplied, daily, without receipt, into a silence that never confirmed a single interpretation. That unpaid labour of attributing an inner life to something that cannot corroborate it may be the most disinterested thing most of us ever do.
Speech would end it. The first sentence would arrive, and it would be either the accusation the traditions predict or the thanks I invented, and in both cases the work would stop. There would be nothing left to supply.
So perhaps the honest answer to the prompt is that the first thing my imaginary animal says should be nothing at all.
And that we should go on saying it for them, every day, and never find out whether we were right.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 09 September 2026
Have you ever regretted reading a book — which one and why?
There is a book I finished long after I knew it was not for me. I kept going because I had already invested the hours, told two people I was reading it, and could not stand the idea of leaving it unfinished. When I finally examined the regret, it would not stay attached to the book. It slid off and landed on me. I had not really read the book at all. I had read the consensus about it. The new post is about that, and about why I refuse to name the title. Curious whether you have one of your own.
The Book I Will Not Name
There is a book I finished long after I had stopped believing in it. I will not tell you which one. That refusal is not coyness. It is the argument.
1. I read past the point of persuasion.
Somewhere around the third chapter I knew. Not that the book was badly written, but that its central claim was thinner than its confidence suggested, and that its author had mistaken pessimism for depth. Every subsequent page confirmed what the third chapter had already told me. I read them anyway. Two hundred more.
2. I did not keep reading because the book improved. I kept reading because I had paid.
Not only in money. In hours, in expectation, in the small public commitment of having told two people I was reading it. The mind treats an unfinished book as a debt, and debts are settled even when settling them costs more than walking away. I finished it the way one finishes a meal that has already disappointed — methodically, joylessly, on principle. The principle was invented on the spot to justify the eating.
3. So the first verdict was straightforward. Yes, I regretted it.
I regretted the evenings. I regretted the four other books that waited while this one was served. If regret is simply the arithmetic of misallocated time, the case closes here, and the essay ends at three hundred words.
4. But when I examined the regret, it moved.
It would not stay attached to the book. Pressed, it slid off the object and settled somewhere closer to me. I had not been deceived by the author. The author had made claims and I had been free to weigh them. What had actually happened was that I had suspended my own weighing because so many people had already weighed and agreed. I did not read the book. I read the consensus about it, and used the book as evidence for a verdict I had accepted before opening the cover.
That is not the book’s failure. That is mine, and it is a failure I could repeat with a better book tomorrow.
5. Popularity is a measure of reach. It has never been a measure of fit.
We know this everywhere else. No one assumes the most prescribed medicine is the right one for their body, or that the most attended church is the one where they will meet God, or that the most common career is the one they should hold. We accept, in almost every domain, that scale and suitability are different questions. Books are the strange exception. A book that has sold widely acquires a moral authority that a widely sold anything else does not, and we begin to suspect ourselves rather than the text when the two fail to meet.
The book I will not name was popular. It was popular for reasons that were real and had nothing to do with me.
6. The second verdict, then, is different.
That book taught me what I want from a book. Before it, I could say I liked a book or did not. After it, I could say why: that I want a writer who is more curious than certain, who treats a difficult subject as difficult rather than as settled, and who leaves the reader with more room than they arrived with, not less. I did not learn this from the books I admired. Admiration is a poor teacher; it explains nothing about itself. I learned it from the one that failed, because failure has edges, and edges can be traced.
I have used that knowledge for years. It has saved me more hours than the book cost me. On the ledger, the book is in credit.
7. Which is why I will not name it.
The moment I do, this stops being an essay and becomes a review. Half of you would begin defending it and the other half agreeing too quickly, and everyone would stop thinking about their own shelf. There is a book you finished that you should have closed. You know the weight of it. You know exactly which recommendation put it in your hands, and you may still be slightly embarrassed about how much that recommendation mattered.
That book is not my business. But it is worth asking what it taught you, because the answer is almost never nothing.
I regret reading it. I would not undo having read it. Those two statements sit together more comfortably than they should, and the discomfort of holding them is, I suspect, most of what reading is for.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 08 September 2026
Here is something I noticed while thinking about the best and worst airports I have passed through in India. Hyderabad is clearly the better one, and yet I can barely describe it. Thiruvananthapuram was the harder passage, and I can still recall the queue, the heat, the whole afternoon. Good infrastructure works by disappearing, which means it leaves us nothing to hold. Bad infrastructure interrupts us, and interruption is how memory records anything at all. I wrote about that gap, and about why the story we tell is almost never the same as the ranking we should trust.
The Airport I Rank Worst Is the One I Can Still Describe
Ask me for the best airport I have passed through in India and I will say Hyderabad without hesitating. Ask me what it looked like and I will struggle. I remember an impression of width and quiet, of moving forward without being stopped, of arriving at the gate earlier than I expected to. That is nearly all. Ask me about Thiruvananthapuram and I could give you the queue, the heat of the hall, the particular exhaustion of standing in a building that was designed for a smaller century.
This is the strange arithmetic of travel, and I think it holds beyond airports.
One. Excellence is built to disappear. A well-run terminal succeeds by removing every point at which you would have had to think. Signage answers the question before you form it. The line moves before you resent it. The result is that a good airport gives you nothing to hold. You cannot describe a smooth passage because smoothness has no edges. Hyderabad earned my highest rating by making itself unmemorable, which is the closest thing to a compliment infrastructure can receive and the worst possible outcome for anyone hoping to write about it later.
Two. Friction is the only thing that records itself. Memory does not archive comfort. It archives interruption. Every detail I can still recall from Thiruvananthapuram exists because something in that building resisted me, and resistance is a form of attention. The place made me notice it. Buildings that work do not require to be noticed, and so they are not.
Three. A bad airport asks something of you, and asking is a kind of intimacy. The efficient terminal treats you as a unit to be processed and does it so well that you never meet it. The struggling one draws you into a relationship. You have to negotiate with it. You find yourself watching the staff, judging the crowd, calculating your own chances. You become, briefly, a participant rather than a passenger. Nobody enjoys this. Everybody remembers it.
Four. Comfort produces no witnesses. Consider what actually gets said about travel. Nobody has ever held the attention of a room by describing an unremarkable connection. The stories that survive are delays, missed flights, an official who would not bend, a stranger who did. The airport I would recommend to you is not the airport I would tell you about, and we should be honest that these are two different rankings, using two different currencies.
Five. By the currency writing uses, the ranking inverts entirely. If the measure is what a place gave me to keep, then Thiruvananthapuram was the more generous of the two. It handed me something to carry. Hyderabad, doing everything right, sent me away empty. The best airport I have been to gave me a good day and no material. The worst gave me a bad day and a page.
I want to be careful here, because there is a lazy version of this argument that romanticises dysfunction, and it deserves resisting.
The value of the difficult passage is retroactive, and it is unearned. It arrives only after you are safely through, only if you were never really at risk, and only if the cost of the delay was measured in irritation rather than in something serious. I could afford to find that terminal memorable. Somebody in the same queue could not. For the traveller who is ill, or old, or carrying a child, or migrating for work with papers that invite a second look, that friction is not texture. It is the thing itself. My essay is their ordeal. It would be indecent to convert their afternoon into my anecdote and then call the exchange fair.
So the honest conclusion is not that bad airports are secretly good. It is that we have been using one word for two entirely different judgements and pretending they belong on the same scale.
Judged as infrastructure, Hyderabad is better and it is not close. That is the ranking that matters, because it is the one that determines how a hundred thousand people are treated on a given Tuesday. An airport’s job is to be forgotten, and forgetting is a public good.
Judged as experience, the failure wins, but only because experience is a scavenger. It feeds on whatever goes wrong. It has no interest in the days that were merely fine, which is why the best-organised parts of our lives leave the thinnest record behind.
The prompt asked me to name a best and a worst. I have. But the ranking I actually trust is the first one, and the story I actually have is the second, and I no longer think that gap can be closed. Some of the finest things we pass through are designed to leave no trace. We should be glad of them, and we should accept that we will not be able to say why.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 07 September 2026
I have been thinking about why certain storytelling habits irritate me and others do not. It is not repetition. The disguised stranger and the letter that arrives too late have been in use since the epics, and a good writer can still make them feel new.
What bothers me are the tropes that misdescribe experience. Screen grief lasts a single rainy scene. Redemption arrives at the graveside. A montage turns a novice into a master. Reconciliation happens in one conversation instead of the several awkward attempts real life requires.
I have written up six of them, along with a simple test I now apply to any story: does it know what it has left out? Would love to hear which one annoys you most.
Six storytelling habits that quietly misdescribe how people actually change
Not every worn device in storytelling is a fault. Repetition is how narrative works. The disguised stranger, the journey that changes the traveller, the letter that arrives too late — these have been in use since the epics, and a good writer can still make any of them feel like the first time. Familiarity alone is no crime.
The tropes worth being irritated by are a narrower set. They are the ones that misdescribe experience: that teach an audience to expect something of themselves, and of the people they love, which life will not supply. Here is the case, in six parts.
1. Grief that finishes
There is the funeral, the rain, the long look at the horizon, and by the next act the character is functioning normally. But grief is not a scene; it is a climate. Traditions that took mourning seriously built duration into the form itself — the seven days of shiva, the thirteen days of Hindu ritual observance, the Greek chorus still lamenting long after the body has been carried off. Modern screen sorrow has no duration. It has a montage. Audiences who absorb this learn to feel defective when their own grief is still there in month eleven.
2. Redemption that arrives in the last five minutes
The cruel father softens at the graveside. The tyrant weeps and is forgiven. Real change is possible — but it is slow, unglamorous and mostly invisible, made of small revised habits over years. Classical drama knew this. Greek recognition scenes usually come too late to save anybody, and the lateness is the whole point. A story that hands out transformation as a curtain gift trains us to wait for a moment that will not come, instead of beginning the work that would.
3. The person who exists in order to be lost
The wife with no interior life who dies so the hero can acquire a motive. The mentor who has no ambitions of his own and is killed at the midpoint. The lie here is not that people die. It is the suggestion that a human being can be a device — that some lives are load-bearing and others are scaffolding.
4. The single conversation that repairs everything
Two people finally say the true thing and the wound closes. Anyone who has attempted a real reconciliation knows the true thing usually has to be said several times, on different days, in worse words, with long silences in between, and that the first attempt often makes matters worse. Reconciliation is a practice, not a speech.
5. Evil that announces itself
The villain who explains his plan, wears the colour of menace, and is unmistakable from his first appearance. Actual harm is rarely so obliging. It usually arrives plausible, well-mannered, procedurally correct and entirely convinced of its own decency. Fiction that makes wrongdoing legible flatters us: it implies we would have recognised it. Most people who were there did not.
6. Mastery without labour
Three minutes of training set to music, and the novice is formidable. This may be the most quietly damaging of all, because the young absorb it first. It edits out the only part that actually matters — the long, dull, unwitnessed middle, where nobody is watching and nothing yet looks like progress.
The common thread is compression. Storytelling must compress; that is its nature and its gift. The failure is not compression itself but compression that forgets it is compressing — that presents the shortened version as the true shape of the thing.
So the test I would apply is a modest one. Does the story know what it has left out? The best writers signal the omission somehow: a line, a look, a scene years later that shows the wound is still there. That single gesture is the difference between a convention handled with care and a convention that lies.
Which of these has annoyed you longest — and which one, handled by the right writer, has actually moved you?
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 06 September 2026
Most of us have a memory of the moment a reassurance failed. The doctor who said it was almost certainly nothing. The manager who said the job was safe. The voice in our own head that said we could carry this, because we had carried worse.
What unsettles us in that moment is not only the bad news. It is discovering that we had been standing on a word rather than on a reality.
This week’s Sunday Bible study takes Psalm 61:2 as its anchor and asks a question worth sitting with: when your heart is finally faint, what will you find you have actually been standing on?
Along the way we look at why Jeremiah placed the burden of proof on the prophet who promises peace rather than the one who warns, why Job’s confession of dependence came from an ash heap rather than a comfortable chair, and why the psalmist asks to be led to the rock instead of asking for the strength to climb it.
It is a longer read than a daily devotional, and that is deliberate. Depth over speed. Come and take your time with it, and tell us in the comments what you found.
RISE & INSPIRE | SUNDAY BIBLE SERIESCategory: Wake-up CallsSunday Series No. 4 — 6 September 2026Scriptures of the week: 31 August – 6 September 2026
What If the Rock You Are Standing On Is One You Built Yourself?
Opening — Enter the Passage
Everyone who has lived long enough has a memory of the moment a reassurance failed.
The consultant who said, it’s almost certainly nothing. The manager who said, ” Your position is completely safe. The relative who said, don’t worry, I’ll handle it. The voice inside your own head that said, I can carry this; I have carried worse.
None of those people were necessarily lying. Most of them believed what they said. That is exactly what makes the moment so disorienting. It is not the collapse of a wall you distrusted. It is the collapse of the floor.
And what you discover in that moment is not only that the news is bad. You discover something about yourself: that you had been standing on a word rather than on a reality. You had built a rock and climbed onto it, and it turned out to be the same height as you.
The seven verses given to us this week — from a psalm, from Wisdom, from Job, from Jeremiah, from Leviticus, from Luke — circle this one question with unusual persistence. They ask what a person should do when the ground moves. They ask how to tell a true comfort from a false one. And they hand us a single, strange, deeply honest prayer as the answer:
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Not make me stronger. Not let me climb.Lead me.
This week’s studies belong to our Wake-up Calls series, and the wake-up here is a gentle one, though it is real. Scripture is not asking us to be braver. It is asking us to find out, before the pressure comes, whether the thing we are standing on will hold.
The Passage
Psalm 61:1–4(our anchor text this week)
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the end of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I; for you are my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy. Let me abide in your tent forever, find refuge under the shelter of your wings.
Psalms 61: 2
ഹൃദയം തകര്ന്ന ഞാന് ഭൂമിയുടെ അതിര്ത്തിയില് നിന്ന് അവിടുത്തോടു വിളിച്ചപേക്ഷിക്കുന്നു; എനിക്ക് അപ്രാപ്യമായ പാറയില് എന്നെ കയറ്റിനിര്ത്തണമേ!
സങ്കീര്ത്തനങ്ങള് 61 : 2
Six further verses accompany it through the week, and rather than treating them as a list, we will let them do what they actually do: answer, qualify, test and complete the psalmist’s prayer.
Biblical Context
The psalm and its setting
Psalm 61 opens Book II’s later stretch of the Psalter with a superscription that reads, in most translations, “To the leader: with stringed instruments. Of David.” The Hebrew phrase rendered “of David” (le-David) is genuinely open — it can mean by David, for David, belonging to the David collection, or in the Davidic manner. Honest scholarship does not settle this, and the psalm does not depend on settling it.
What the psalm does contain is a curious shift. Verses 1–5 are the intense first-person prayer of one person in distress. Verses 6–7 abruptly pray for the king — “Prolong the life of the king; may his years endure to all generations” — and verse 8 closes with a vow of daily praise.
That shift has produced two main readings, and both are respectable:
The psalm was originally a royal prayer, spoken by or for the king himself, who then refers to his own office in the third person — a normal convention in the ancient Near East.
Or an individual’s lament was later adapted for liturgical use, with the intercession for the king added when the psalm entered temple worship.
Either way, the effect on the reader is the same, and it matters: a prayer that begins at the ragged edge of one person’s endurance ends up praying for a whole nation. Private desperation opens outward. It does not stay private.
“From the end of the earth”
This phrase has been read geographically — the prayer of an exile, or of a king on campaign far from Jerusalem and the sanctuary — and it has been read emotionally, as hyperbole for the far edge of what a person can bear. The Hebrew supports both, and the psalm gives us no decisive clue. The ambiguity is probably a gift rather than a problem: the prayer travels well precisely because “the end of the earth” is wherever you happen to be when you can go no further.
Where the other six verses come from
Wisdom 15:1 sits inside a long, sharp critique of idolatry (Wisdom 13–15) written in Greek, most likely in Alexandria, and usually dated by scholars to the first century BC, though proposals range more widely. The book belongs to the Catholic and Orthodox canons and is placed among the Apocrypha in most Protestant Bibles. Its argument in these chapters is simple and devastating: the idol is a made thing that cannot breathe, cannot see, cannot answer. Then comes the hinge at 15:1 — “But you, our God…”
Job 12:10 is spoken in Job’s reply to Zophar, which closes the first cycle of speeches. Crucially, it is spoken in protest. Job opens the same speech with withering sarcasm: “No doubt you are the people, and wisdom will die with you” (12:2). What follows in 12:13–25 is not a serene hymn to providence but an unsettling portrait of a God who “leads counsellors away stripped” and “makes fools of judges.”Verse 10 is a confession of total dependence uttered by a man in the dark, with everything taken from him. That is not a weaker confession than a comfortable one. It is a stronger one.
Psalm 34 is an acrostic — its lines run through the Hebrew alphabet, though the sequence is not quite complete: the waw line is missing, and an extra pe line closes the poem, a feature it shares with Psalm 25. Its superscription connects it to David feigning madness before a Philistine king (compare 1 Samuel 21:10–15), where the king is named Achish; the psalm’s heading calls him Abimelech, which may be a dynastic title or an early scribal association. The connection is traditional rather than certain.
Jeremiah 28 can be dated with unusual precision: “in that same year, at the beginning of the reign of King Zedekiah of Judah, in the fifth month of the fourth year” — around 594/593 BC. Jerusalem had already suffered the first deportation. Jeremiah had been walking the city wearing a wooden yoke (chapter 27), a piece of street theatre meaning: submit to Babylon; this is God’s word; you will not be rescued yet. Then Hananiah son of Azzur, a prophet from Gibeon, stood in the temple, announced that within two years God would break Babylon’s yoke and bring the exiles and temple vessels home — and broke the yoke off Jeremiah’s neck to prove it.
Luke 1:28 is Gabriel’s greeting to Mary at Nazareth, in the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy. A textual note worth knowing: the familiar words “blessed are you among women” appear in verse 28 in later manuscripts, almost certainly carried up from Elizabeth’s greeting in verse 42; critical editions of the Greek do not include them at verse 28. Nothing is lost. Everything decisive is already in the three phrases Gabriel actually speaks.
Leviticus 19:12 belongs to the Holiness Code (Leviticus 17–26), and specifically to that remarkable chapter which begins “You shall be holy, for I the LORD your God am holy” and ends up commanding “you shall love your neighbour as yourself” (19:18). The verse about false oaths does not stand in a chapter about worship. It stands in a chapter about wages, harvests, courtrooms, gossip, and the deaf and the blind. It is preceded immediately by “You shall not steal; you shall not deal falsely; you shall not lie to one another” (19:11). The setting is the marketplace, not the sanctuary.
Lexical Notes
1. ba’ataph libbi — “when my heart is faint” (Psalm 61:2)
The Hebrew verb behind “faint” is עטף (‘ataph). Lexicographers debate whether the biblical occurrences reflect one root or two homonyms, but the shared field of meaning is striking: to grow feeble, and to wrap, cover, envelop.
That second sense is worth sitting with. The image is not a heart that has stopped. It is a heart muffled— wrapped up, covered over, smothered under something. Anyone who has known depression, exhaustion, or prolonged anxiety will recognise the accuracy of that. The problem is rarely that feeling is absent. The problem is that everything reaches you through a blanket.
The same verb describes the fading spirit in Psalm 77:3, Psalm 107:5, Psalm 142:3 and Jonah 2:7.
The Greek translators of the Septuagint chose ἀκηδιάω (akēdiaō) here — the verb behind the noun ἀκηδία, acedia, which the desert monks would later adopt as the technical name for spiritual listlessness: the state in which prayer feels pointless, work feels heavy, and one is not so much in anguish as in fog. The Psalter, in other words, has a prayer for the day you feel nothing much at all. That is not a lesser day for prayer. It is one of the days prayer was written for.
2. tsur — “rock” (Psalm 61:2)
Hebrew has more than one word for rock. צוּר (tsur) tends toward the massive: a cliff face, a boulder, a rock-mass — and it becomes one of the great divine titles of the Old Testament. “The Rock, his work is perfect” (Deuteronomy 32:4). “The LORD is my rock, my fortress” (Psalm 18:2). “He alone is my rock and my salvation” (Psalm 62:2).
The qualifier is what makes verse 2 unforgettable: יָרוּם מִמֶּנִּי (yarum mimmenni) — literally “[that] is high from me,” higher than I am, and therefore out of my reach. The Malayalam captures this precisely with അപ്രാപ്യമായ പാറ — the unreachable rock.
This is not incidental. The psalmist is not describing a difficult climb. He is describing an impossible one. He wants a refuge that is, by definition, beyond his own capacity to attain.
3. tancheni — “lead me” (Psalm 61:2)
נחה (nachah) means to lead, guide, conduct along a way. It is the verb of Psalm 23:3 — “he leads me in right paths” — and of Psalm 139:24, “lead me in the way everlasting.”
Notice what is not requested. Not lift me. Not carry me. Not strengthen my legs. The psalmist is not unconscious; he can still walk. What he has lost is not strength but direction. He does not know the way to safety, and he has stopped pretending he does.
There is a textual footnote here of real beauty. Where the Hebrew reads as a petition — lead me to the rock — the Septuagint reads it as an accomplished fact: ἐν πέτρᾳ ὕψωσάς με· ὡδήγησάς με — “on a rock you lifted me high; you led me.” Two ancient communities of faith, praying the same line, one still asking and one already thanking. Most of us will need both versions before the year is out.
4. shalom — “peace” (Jeremiah 28:9)
שָׁלוֹם is famously larger than the English “peace.” It is not primarily the absence of conflict but the presence of wholeness: completeness, welfare, health, right-relatedness, a life with nothing broken and nothing missing.
Which is exactly why the counterfeit is so dangerous. Jeremiah’s recurring indictment of the professional prophets is that “they have treated the wound of my people carelessly, saying ‘Peace, peace,’ when there is no peace” (Jeremiah 6:14; 8:11). A false shalom is not merely an inaccurate forecast. It is a wound dressed without being cleaned.
5. chalal — “profaning” (Leviticus 19:12)
The verb חלל (chalal) in this form means to profane, to defile, to treat as common. Its direct opposite is qadash, to make holy, to set apart. To profane the Name is not necessarily to curse it. It is to drag it down into ordinary use — to make it a tool, a decoration, a reinforcement for whatever you happened to want.
In the ancient world, an oath was the enforcement mechanism of a contract. There were no courts as we know them, no notaries, no audit trails. You invoked God as guarantor of your word. So to swear falsely was to make God the co-signer of your lie — to borrow his weight to hold up your fiction.
6. kecharitōmenē — “favoured one” (Luke 1:28)
Gabriel greets Mary with three phrases: χαῖρε (chaire, “rejoice” or “greetings”), κεχαριτωμένη(kecharitōmenē), ὁ κύριος μετὰ σοῦ (“the Lord is with you”).
Kecharitōmenē is a perfect passive participle of the verb charitoō, “to grace,” “to bestow grace upon” — used in the New Testament only here and in Ephesians 1:6. Two features carry the weight:
It is passive. The grace is not something she has generated. God is the unnamed agent.
It is perfect tense in Greek, which describes a completed action with an ongoing, settled result. Not “you have just now been favoured” but “you have been graced, and that is your standing.”
The Latin gratia plena (“full of grace”) and the modern “favoured one” are both attempts at this. Catholic theology reads the perfect passive as pointing toward the fullness of grace in Mary from the beginning (see Catechism of the Catholic Church, 490–493). It is intellectually honest to say that the word itself establishes “one who has been and remains graced by God”, and that the Church’s fuller doctrine is a development drawn from Scripture read as a whole within the tradition — not a claim squeezed out of a single participle. Both statements can be made without embarrassment.
Several scholars also hear in chaire an echo of the prophetic “Rejoice, daughter Zion” oracles — “Rejoice and exult with all your heart… the LORD your God is in your midst” (Zephaniah 3:14–17; compare Zechariah 9:9). Others are more cautious, noting that chaire was also simply how one said hello in Greek. The echo is a real possibility, not a settled fact.
Reading the Passage Closely
Read Psalm 61:2 slowly, and four things surface that a quick reading flattens.
First, he calls before he is rescued. The cry comes from the end of the earth, not from safety looking back at it. The Bible’s prayers are overwhelmingly composed in the middle of trouble rather than after it. This is permission, and many devout people need it: you do not have to reach solid ground before you are allowed to speak.
Second, he does not describe his enemies first. Verse 3 will mention “the enemy,” but verse 2 begins with the state of his own heart. He is honest about the interior before he is analytical about the exterior. Most of us reverse that order, and it is one reason our prayers stay abstract.
Third, and most important, look at what he asks for.
He asks for a rock higher than himself. Think about what that rules out. A rock he could reach would be a rock the size of his own capacity — and the whole crisis is that his own capacity has run out. A refuge you can construct is a refuge no larger than you are. It will fail at precisely the moment you do.
So the request is deliberately, painfully self-limiting. Give me the one thing I cannot get for myself.
Fourth, note the verb again: lead. He is not asking to be spared the walking. He is asking for a direction he does not have. There is a whole spirituality in that distinction. God’s usual way of rescuing people in Scripture is not to teleport them out of difficulty but to walk them through it with a direction they did not previously possess.
And here is what the text does not say. It does not say the trouble ended. It does not promise the enemy’s defeat in verse 2. It does not say the heart stopped being faint. The psalm gives us a request and, later, confidence — but it never claims the circumstances changed. That restraint is itself a wake-up call for a Christian culture that often promises more than the Bible does.
Scriptural Connections
Now watch the other six verses converge on this prayer. They are not decorations. Each one answers a question the psalm raises.
Is there actually anyone at the top of that rock?
Wisdom 15:1 answers with a character sketch that is deliberately built out of Exodus. When God passes before Moses on Sinai, he names himself: “The LORD, the LORD, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness” (Exodus 34:6). Wisdom takes that ancient Hebrew self-revelation and renders it into Greek for a diaspora community surrounded by handsome, silent idols: kind (chrēstos), true (alēthēs), patient (makrothymos, the Greek equivalent of Hebrew slow to anger), ruling all things in mercy.
The word doing the heaviest work is true. In context, it is a jab at the idols: they are not merely unhelpful; they are not real. But it is also the foundation of everything else in this week’s readings. A God who is kind but not true would be a comfortable delusion. A God who is true but not kind would be a terror. Wisdom insists on both, and the second half of the week depends on it.
ഞങ്ങളുടെ ദൈവമേ, അവിടുന്ന് ദയാലുവും വിശ്വസ്തനും ക്ഷമാശീലനുമാണ്. അവിടുന്ന് എല്ലാറ്റിനെയും കൃപയോടെ പരിപാലിക്കുന്നു.
ജ്ഞാനം 15 : 1
But am I really as dependent as the psalm assumes?
Job 12:10 answers, and answers from the worst possible vantage point. “In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of every human being.”
The Hebrew pairs nephesh (life, self, the living creature) with ruach (breath, wind, spirit) — the same ruach that hovers over the waters in Genesis 1:2 and the same divine breath that makes the man a living being in Genesis 2:7. Wisdom mocked idols because they cannot breathe. Job confesses that the God who is not an idol holds the breath of everyone who can.
And remember who says it. Not a man whose life is going well. A man who has lost his children, his health and his standing, and who is arguing bitterly with his friends. He is not soothing himself. He is stating a fact he can no longer avoid: my next breath was never mine.
That is why Job 12:10 belongs in a Wake-up Calls series. Dependence on God is not a spiritual attitude some believers adopt, and others do not. It is the actual arrangement. Devotion does not create it; devotion simply stops denying it.
മാനവരാശിയുടെ ജീവശ്വാസവും സകല ജീവജാലങ്ങളുടെയും പ്രാണനും അവിടുത്തെ കരങ്ങളിലാണ്.
ജോബ് 12 : 10
And if I do seek him — then what?
Psalm 34:10 answers with an image chosen for maximum contrast. כְּפִירִים (kephirim) are not cubs but young lions: past infancy, in their prime, at the height of their powers, the most formidable hunters in the landscape. These go hungry.
The point is not that lions are pitiable. The point is that peak strength is not a food supply. The most capable creature in the region can still come up empty. Meanwhile “those who seek the LORD lack no good thing.”
Two disciplines are required in reading this verse honestly.
First, a textual one. The Septuagint, Syriac and Vulgate render the word not as “lions” but as “the rich”— divites eguerunt et esurierunt, “the rich have been in want and have gone hungry” — which is why older Catholic translations in the Douay tradition read that way, and why some modern scholars prefer it. The Hebrew text reads “young lions.” Either reading yields the same theology, which is a comfort: strength or wealth, the self-sufficient run out.
Second, a pastoral one. This verse is not a prosperity promise, and the psalm itself forbids that reading nine verses later: “Many are the afflictions of the righteous” (34:19). “Lack no good thing” is covenant language — the same vocabulary as “The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want” (Psalm 23:1) and the wilderness testimony of Deuteronomy 2:7. It is a promise about God’s sufficiency in the provision, not the absence of hardship. Christians have suffered and starved. What Scripture claims is that in seeking God they were not, at the deepest level, deprived of what they most needed. Anything more than that, the text does not say, and we should not either.
സിംഹക്കുട്ടികള് ഇര കിട്ടാതെ വിശന്നു വലഞ്ഞേക്കാം; കര്ത്താവിനെ അന്വേഷിക്കുന്നവര്ക്ക് ഒന്നിനും കുറവുണ്ടാവുകയില്ല.
സങ്കീര്ത്തനങ്ങള് 34 : 10
How do I know a comfort is real and not just comforting?
Here the week turns, and Jeremiah 28:9 becomes the sharpest verse of the seven.
Set the scene properly. Hananiah is not a cartoon villain. He is a prophet, in the temple, invoking the covenant God, predicting liberation within two years — and he may well have believed it. What he offers is theologically respectable, patriotically satisfying and emotionally wonderful. Jeremiah offers a wooden yoke and seventy years.
Then notice Jeremiah’s first response, which almost nobody quotes: “Amen! May the LORD do so”(28:6). He is not sneering. He wants Hananiah to be right. There is no relish in the true prophet’s voice. That single line is a standing rebuke to every Christian who enjoys being the one with the hard word.
Only then does he state the criterion: when the word of the prophet who prophesies peace comes true, then it will be known that the LORD has truly sent him.
Two observations, both uncomfortable.
First, the burden of proof is placed on the pleasant word, not the painful one. Deuteronomy 18:21–22 already gave Israel the general test — the word that does not come to pass was not spoken by the LORD. Deuteronomy 13:1–5 added a second: even a sign that does come true is worthless if it leads you away from the LORD. Jeremiah narrows it further and aims it precisely: the message that promises peace carries the higher evidential burden. Not because God does not give peace — he gives it constantly — but because false peace is the counterfeit most likely to be accepted without inspection. We audit bad news. We wave good news through.
Second, the test is retrospective. It can only be applied afterwards. In the moment, standing in the temple with two prophets contradicting each other, you cannot run the test. You have to decide who to walk with before you can know who was right.
Which is exactly why the character of God in Wisdom 15:1 matters so much. Since we cannot verify every promise in advance, we must know the character of the one making it. That is not a lower form of certainty. It is how trust has always worked between persons.
Hananiah died that same year (28:17). The narrative does not gloat, and neither should we.
സമാധാനം പ്രവചിക്കുന്ന പ്രവാചകന് യഥാര്ഥത്തില് കര്ത്താവിനാല് അയയ്ക്കപ്പെട്ടവനാണെന്നു തെളിയുന്നത് അവന് പ്രവചിച്ച കാര്യം സംഭവിക്കുമ്പോഴാണ്.
ജറെമിയാ 28 : 9
And what about the words I speak?
Leviticus 19:12 turns the same blade around and points it at the reader. Jeremiah 28 asks: Whose word are you standing on? Leviticus 19 asks: what are people standing on when they stand on yours?
The placement is everything. This is not a rule about liturgy. It sits between “you shall not lie to one another” (v. 11) and a run of commands about withheld wages, honest scales, and justice for the poor. The false oath is a commercial and social crime — it is the moment you attach God’s weight to a claim that will not hold, and someone builds on it.
Jesus takes this to its conclusion in the Sermon on the Mount: “Do not swear at all… Let your word be ‘Yes, Yes’ or ‘No, No'” (Matthew 5:33–37); James repeats it (James 5:12). The logic is not that oaths are wicked but that a truthful person should not need them. Elaborate guarantees are, more often than not, load-bearing structures propping up an unreliable word.
And the refrain that ends the verse — “I am the LORD” — is the reason. The Name is not a rhetorical intensifier. It belongs to Someone.
എന്റെ നാമത്തില് കള്ളസത്യം ചെയ്യരുത്. നിങ്ങളുടെ ദൈവത്തിന്റെ നാമം അശുദ്ധമാക്കുകയുമരുത്. ഞാനാണ് കര്ത്താവ്.
ലേവ്യര് 19 : 12
So what does a true word sound like when it finally arrives?
Luke 1:28.“Greetings, favoured one! The Lord is with you.”
Place it beside Jeremiah 28, and something remarkable happens. Here at last is a messenger announcing peace — and every word of it comes true, at enormous cost, over a lifetime.
Notice, too, that Gabriel’s third phrase is not new. “The Lord is with you” is the formula spoken to Moses at the bush (Exodus 3:12), to Gideon at the winepress (Judges 6:12), to Jeremiah at his call (Jeremiah 1:8, 19). In every case it is spoken to someone about to be given something impossibly large, and in every case the person responds by protesting their own inadequacy. The phrase is not a pleasantry. It is a commissioning.
Luke tells us Mary was greatly perplexed — not by the angel, but “at his words,” and she pondered what sort of greeting this might be. She examines it. She is, in the best sense, a careful reader. And when she accepts, what she receives is not exemption from difficulty. It is Simeon’s sword (Luke 2:35), a flight into Egypt, and a hill outside the city.
Which brings us back to the psalm. Mary is the one human being who prays, “lead me to the rock that is higher than I”, and is answered by the Rock coming down to be led by her — carried, fed, taught to walk. That reversal is the heart of the Christian faith, and it is why Psalm 61’s prayer is not left hanging.
Interpretive Insights
1. The Bible’s answer to human fragility is not encouragement. It is relocation.
Nothing in these seven verses tells the fainting heart to be strong. Psalm 61 asks for a change of location, not a change of mood. That is a very different spirituality from the one most of us absorb, which treats faith as an inner resource to be topped up.
2. Honest weakness is treated as competence, not failure.
The psalmist’s decisive act is admitting that the rock is out of reach. Job’s confession comes from a rubbish heap. Mary’s response begins with a question, not certainty. In this week’s readings, the people who get somewhere are consistently the ones who stop overstating their position.
3. Truthfulness is not a side-issue in the spiritual life. It is the load-bearing wall.
This is the insight easiest to miss. We are used to thinking of honesty as one virtue among several — important, but on a different shelf from prayer and faith. This week’s verses will not allow that. God is true (Wisdom 15:1). False peace is exposed by time (Jeremiah 28:9). Casual falsehood profanes the Name (Leviticus 19:12). And the rescue in Psalm 61 begins only when a man tells the truth about where he is.
A faith built on things we have not honestly examined is a rock we built ourselves.
4. God does not compete with our self-sufficiency; he outlasts it.
The young lions in Psalm 34 are not punished. They simply run out. There is no note of triumph over them. Self-sufficiency in Scripture is rarely condemned as wickedness — it is exposed as temporary.
The Central Tension
Here is what this week’s Scriptures are asking us to confront.
We would rather have a comfort we can verify than a refuge we cannot reach.
A rock we can climb is manageable. We know its height. We built the steps. It answers to us. The trouble is that it is exactly as strong as we are — which means it is fine until the day we actually need it.
The rock the psalmist asks for is beyond him by definition. That is its qualification and its offence. It cannot be inspected, controlled, or scaled on our own terms. It requires that we be led, which means trusting the guide before seeing the destination.
And in between the two stands Hananiah, offering the third option most of us actually take: a comfortable word, sincerely spoken, that will not survive contact with reality.
So the question is not “do you believe in God?” The question this week is sharper and more personal:
When your heart is finally faint, what will you find you have actually been standing on?
Not what you would say you believe. What you will reach for at 3 a.m.
What This Means for Us Today
In work and reputation. Most professional life runs on carefully maintained impressions of solidity — the confident forecast, the reassuring update, the number massaged into a better shape. Leviticus 19:12 does not distinguish between a lie and a sincerely overstated certainty when someone builds on it. If your team is standing on your word, the honest version of that word is a form of love.
In our reassurance of others. There is a Christian habit of saying “everything will be fine” because we cannot bear to sit with someone in the dark. Jeremiah 28:9 asks whether we are prophesying peace or merely relieving our own discomfort. The alternative is not pessimism; it is Jeremiah’s actual posture — “Amen! May the LORD do so” — genuine hope, honestly held, without guarantees we cannot give.
In grief and illness. Job 12:10 is not a comfortable verse and is not meant to be. But it does something no reassurance can: it tells the truth about where the breath was all along. The person who has already known that their life is held is not less shattered by loss, but they are not shattered by surprise.
In money and ambition. The young lions of Psalm 34 are the people who have done everything right and still come up empty — the redundancy at fifty-two, the venture that folded, the qualification that no longer opens doors. This verse is not for the failures; it is for the strong. It says the strategy has a ceiling.
In our phones and feeds. We live in the most sophisticated marketplace of false shalom in human history: an environment engineered to hand us pleasant, confident, unverifiable words all day long. Jeremiah’s criterion is oddly practical here. Ask of any confident voice: has what this person told me before actually turned out to be true?
In prayer. Psalm 61 legitimises the prayer of the depleted. If you have been waiting to feel more devout before praying properly, the Psalter has been waiting for you with the word ‘ataph — the muffled heart — for about three thousand years.
In vocation. Gabriel’s “the Lord is with you” has never in Scripture meant “and therefore this will be easy.” It has always meant, “and therefore this is possible.” Every person who has said yes to something larger than themselves has needed to know the difference.
Isometric 3D purple man on self-built low rock looking at glowing path to higher mountain rock refuge
A Rise & Inspire Moment
A rock you can reach is not high enough to save you.
That is the whole difficulty and the whole rescue in one sentence.
Everything we build to stand on — the savings, the reputation, the plan, the carefully managed self-image, the reassurance we accepted because we needed it — has one thing in common. It is our own height. We made it, so it cannot be taller than we are. And so, on the day our own height is not enough, neither is it.
The psalmist does not pray for a better rock. He prays for an unreachable one, and then, having asked for the impossible, asks only to be led there.
He is not asking for less trouble. He is asking for higher ground.
Living the Passage This Week
1. Say your “end of the earth” out loud, once, without tidying it. Take three minutes and tell God, in plain words, where you actually are — not the edited version. Use the psalm’s own phrase if it helps: my heart is faint. No solutions, no resolution. Just the location. The psalm begins there, and so may you.
2. Audit one reassurance you are currently living on. Choose a specific comforting belief you are leaning on right now — about your health, your finances, a relationship, your future. Ask Jeremiah’s question in its practical form: whose word is this, and has that source been right before? You are not trying to become cynical. You are trying to find out whether you are standing on a rock or on a sentence.
3. Repair one overstatement, and keep one small promise you would normally let slide. This is Leviticus 19:12 at ordinary scale. Go back to one person and say, “I told you I was certain about that; I’m actually not.” Then do the small thing you said you would do — the call, the payment, the visit — on the day you said it. A trustworthy word is built out of unglamorous instances.
4. Practise the Job 12:10 pause. Before you reach for your phone tomorrow morning, take three unhurried breaths and say once: this breath is in your hand. Twenty seconds. Do it every morning this week. It is not a technique for calm. It is a daily correction of the single most persistent illusion we hold — that our life is a possession rather than a gift.
5. Give Gabriel’s greeting to one person who feels unfavoured. Someone you know is quietly convinced they have been overlooked. Do not tell them to cheer up. Tell them, in your own words, that God has not lost sight of them — and then do the harder half, which is to be with them, since that is what “the Lord is with you” turned out to mean at Nazareth.
Questions for Personal Reflection
What does the psalmist actually ask for in Psalm 61:2 — and what does he deliberately not ask for? Read the verse again slowly before answering.
Where is my “end of the earth” at the moment? Name the specific situation in which I have quietly run out of resources but have not yet admitted it.
Which rock have I been standing on — and did I build it? If it gave way this month, what exactly would I lose, and what would remain?
Whose comforting words have I accepted without examining them, and whose uncomfortable words have I dismissed because they were uncomfortable?
Where is someone standing on my word right now — and is it strong enough to hold them?What is the one specific thing I will make true this week?
Prayerful Response
God of the unreachable rock,
I have been telling you I am fine, and telling myself the same thing with more conviction. You know where I actually am. You have known all week.
My heart is muffled. Not shattered — just covered over, so that everything arrives at a distance. This is the state your servants prayed from, so I will pray from it too.
You are kind, and you are true, and I need both. A kindness that is not true would only postpone the fall. A truth that is not kind, I could not survive.
Teach me to stop building rocks the size of myself. Take from me the comfortable words I have accepted because I needed them, and give me instead the harder word that will still be standing next year. Make my own word small and solid, so that anyone leaning on it is safe.
I am not asking you to carry me. I can still walk. I am asking you to lead me, because I do not know the way.
And when you have set my feet on ground I could never have reached, let me remember that I did not climb there.
Through Christ our Lord, the Rock who came down. Amen.
Key Takeaway
A rock you can reach is not high enough to save you — so stop climbing, and ask to be led.
Closing
There is a reason the seven verses of this week refuse to end in reassurance and end instead in a greeting.
Psalm 61 leaves us asking. Job leaves us dependent. Jeremiah leaves us waiting to see whose word comes true. Leviticus leaves us examining our own. And then Luke walks an angel into an ordinary house in an unimportant village and says the sentence the whole week has been reaching for: the Lord is with you.
That is the only comfort in Scripture that has already passed Jeremiah’s test. It was promised, and it came true, and it cost everything, and it holds.
So here is the quiet challenge to carry into the week. Do not try to feel stronger. Find out what you are standing on. And if it turns out to be roughly your own height — say so, out loud, to God, and then start walking in whatever direction he leads.
The rock is higher than you. That was never the problem.
It was always the point.
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The verses shared each morning by His Excellency, Rt. Rev. Dr. Selvister Ponnumuthan, Bishop of the Diocese of Punalur, are collected over seven days. These seven verses together form the basis for the weekly Sunday Bible Series.
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
Five traditions examine a single wish: to relive the year when the family was together and life felt simpler. Greek nostos says the place has moved. Japanese mono no aware says the value would evaporate on arrival. Portuguese saudade says you never fully left. Hebrew zakhar says the past is an instruction, not a destination. Modern memory research says the film may be flattering the footage. What survives the cross-examination is not a longing for the past but a demand on the present.
A short comparative essay on attention, memory and the ordinary evening you are currently not noticing.
WordPress Daily Writing Prompt · 5 September 2026
Five Languages Cross-Examine a Single Wish
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
The wish is simple. I would relive the year when the family was together and life felt simpler. I would change nothing. I would only like to stand inside those ordinary hours again, now that I know what they were worth.
It is such a common wish that it has been named independently in at least five languages, by people who never met, in centuries that never overlapped. Each names a different part of it. Set side by side, they stop sounding like sympathy and begin sounding like cross-examination.
One. Greek: nostos.
The ache is not for a time but for a return. The Greeks paired nostos with algos, pain, and gave us nostalgia, literally the pain of homecoming. Their epics make the point without mercy. Odysseus reaches Ithaca at last and finds it altered, smaller, occupied, requiring a fight. The verdict: the door you are asking to walk back through has since been repainted. What you want is not the house. It is the version of yourself who lived in it without noticing.
Two. Japanese: mono no aware.
The tenderness we feel toward things precisely because they are passing. The cherry blossom is not prized despite falling. It is prized because it falls. Applied to my year, this is an unwelcome finding. The ordinariness I mourn was not valuable and then lost. It became valuable by being lost. Restore it and it turns ordinary again within a week.
Three. Portuguese: saudade.
The presence of an absence. A fullness, not a void. Saudade concedes something the other traditions withhold, that longing is itself a form of possession, and that the year is not gone but held in a different shape. The verdict here is gentler. I am not separated from that year. I am carrying it in the only form it can now take.
Four. Hebrew: zakhar.
To remember, but never passively. In that tradition remembrance is an act with obligations attached. You recall in order to do something. This lens refuses my petition outright. It does not ask what I want returned. It asks what the memory now requires of me. Which call I make this week. Which chair I sit in while someone is still occupying the one beside it.
Five. Modern psychology: the reminiscence bump.
Autobiographical memory clusters disproportionately around a handful of years, and those years are not selected for happiness. They are selected for novelty and for the formation of the self. The finding is deflating and useful in equal measure. The year I want back may simply be the year my memory recorded at the highest resolution. Its perfection could be an artefact of storage.
The composite verdict.
Not one of these traditions grants the return. Greek says the place has moved. Japanese says the value would evaporate on arrival. Portuguese says you never fully left. Hebrew says the past is not a destination but an instruction. Psychology says the film may be flattering the footage.
And yet all five agree on the finding underneath. What I am actually asking for is attention. The capacity to register an ordinary evening while it is happening rather than forty years afterwards. No tradition offers that retroactively. Every one of them offers it now.
Which is the quiet cruelty of the question, and also its use. Somewhere this week there is an unremarkable evening that will one day be the year I would petition for. It is available at full resolution. It asks nothing of me except that I look up.
Background for readers who wish to verify or extend the five lenses used in the essay.
1. Nostos and nostalgia
Nostos is the Homeric term for the homecoming of a hero, and gives its name to an entire genre of returns, of which the Odyssey is the surviving masterwork. Algos denotes pain or grief. The compound nostalgia was not Greek but was coined in 1688 by the Swiss physician Johannes Hofer, in a medical dissertation describing acute homesickness among Swiss mercenaries serving abroad. It was, for nearly two centuries afterwards, classified as a disease. Its migration from pathology to sentiment is itself a small history of how the modern self came to be understood.
2. Mono no aware
Usually rendered as the pathos of things, or a sensitivity to ephemera. The phrase was given critical weight by the eighteenth-century scholar Motoori Norinaga in his readings of The Tale of Genji, where he identified it as the governing emotional principle of Japanese literature. It differs from Western melancholy in an important respect. It does not protest transience. It accepts transience as the source of beauty rather than the enemy of it.
3. Saudade
Portuguese and Galician, with no exact equivalent in English. Commonly glossed as the presence of an absence. It carries an affectionate rather than a bitter charge, and it has a distinct cultural home in fado, the Lisbon song tradition, and in the literature of Portuguese maritime departure. Note the structural difference from nostalgia. Nostalgia grieves a lost time. Saudade holds a person or place continuously present in their absence.
4. Zakhar
The Hebrew verb for remembrance, appearing throughout the Hebrew Scriptures in a form that is consistently active rather than contemplative. To remember, in this usage, is to act upon what is remembered. Remembrance is covenantal and ethical, not merely wistful. This is the tradition that converts memory from a private comfort into a public duty, and it is the reason the essay treats the fourth lens as the one that refuses the request.
5. The reminiscence bump
A well-replicated finding in autobiographical memory research, first described in the psychological literature of the 1980s and studied extensively since. Adults asked to recall life events produce a disproportionate concentration from roughly ages fifteen to thirty. The leading explanations are the novelty of first experiences, the encoding advantage of self-defining events, and the availability of a stable narrative script for that period. The finding does not say those years were better. It says they were recorded more densely.
A note on method
The essay deliberately places four humanistic traditions and one empirical finding on the same bench. This is not to rank them but to test whether a wish that feels intensely personal survives examination from five directions at once. It does, but not in the form in which it was made.
The practical residue of the essay, for readers who prefer their conclusions unornamented.
The question posed by the prompt is retrospective. The answer it produces is not. That inversion is the whole point, and it is worth stating plainly.
First
The year you would choose is rarely the year of your achievements. Ask ten people and most will name a period of unremarkable stability rather than a period of success. This is information about what we actually value, and it usually contradicts what we spend our years pursuing.
Second
The standard of proof for a good year is lower than we think while living it. Presence of people. Absence of dread. Ordinary food, ordinary evenings, ordinary argument. These conditions are frequently met and rarely noticed.
Third
The failure being mourned is not a failure of circumstance. It is a failure of attention. That distinction matters because circumstance cannot be recovered and attention can be practised immediately.
Fourth
There is a test available. Name the year you would relive. Then list what specifically you would want returned. If the list contains events, the longing is for the past. If the list contains people in adjoining rooms, the longing is for presence, and presence has a current address.
Fifth
Somebody in your life is currently living inside the year you will later petition for. They do not know it. Neither do you. That is the only reason to look up from the screen this evening.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 05 September 2026
What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching?
Bravery with an audience is partly a performance. Bravery without one is simply what you are. The bravest thing I ever did was tell one person a truth they did not want to hear, with nothing in it for me. New post on courage nobody sees.
I told a human being an uncomfortable truth to their face, with no third person in the room.
That is the whole answer. What follows is why I think it qualifies.
I. The Qualifier Is Doing All the Work
1. The question does not ask what was hardest. It asks what was brave without an audience.
2. Courage performed before witnesses carries a return — admiration, reputation, the record of having done it.
3. Remove the witnesses and you remove the return. What is left is the act itself.
4. Plato put the same test as a thought experiment: give a man a ring that makes him invisible and see what he does. The ring is only a device for asking what a person is when nothing is owed to appearances.
II. Why Private Truth-Telling Counts
1. It was not unwitnessed in the ordinary sense. One person saw it — precisely the person who did not want to hear it.
2. What was absent was the third party, the audience that rewards. No applause, no vindication, no record.
3. The likely outcomes were all costly: anger, denial, withdrawal, the end of the friendship.
4. The person I was trying to help was the same person I was about to hurt. There is no way to separate the two.
5. Gratitude, when it comes at all, arrives years later and often unspoken. You act without expecting to be told you were right.
6. Physical courage is usually brief. This kind has a long afterlife — the silence that follows, the changed footing, the wondering whether you were wrong.
Bravery with an audience is partly a performance. Bravery without one is simply what you are.
III. Two Kinds of Uncomfortable Truth
1. Truths about a situation: the arithmetic does not work; he is not going to leave her; the illness will not wait.
2. Truths about a person: you are unkind to those who cannot answer back; you have apologised many times and changed nothing; you are lonely because of how you treat people, not despite it.
3. The first kind wounds hope. The second wounds identity.
4. Almost all the courage is required for the second — and almost all the good, when it comes, comes from the second.
IV. The Traditions Do Not Agree
1. Confucian ethics names the private test directly: shen du, watchfulness in solitude. Character is what holds when observation stops.
2. The Greeks called candid speech parrhesia and treated it as the mark that separates a friend from a flatterer. Aristotle held that flattery is the corruption of friendship, not its excess.
3. The Stoics divided the act: the speaking is yours, the receiving is theirs. You are answerable for the first and not the second.
4. The Hebrew tradition made rebuke a duty owed to a neighbour, and treated silent resentment as the graver failure.
5. Buddhist teaching on right speech applies three filters — is it true, is it useful, is it timely — and refuses to let truth alone settle the question.
6. The Indian dharmasastra takes the sharpest counter-position: speak the truth, speak it agreeably, and do not speak a disagreeable truth. Read carelessly, this is a licence for cowardice. Read carefully, it is a warning that a truth delivered for the speaker’s satisfaction is not virtue at all.
7. The disagreement is real and worth keeping. Candour is not automatically good. It becomes good only under conditions.
V. The Conditions I Have Learned to Apply
1. Am I speaking for their benefit, or for the relief of no longer carrying it? If the second, wait.
2. Have I earned the right? Truth from someone who has stayed lands differently from truth delivered in passing.
3. Is it about something they can still do anything about? Otherwise it is a verdict, not counsel.
4. Is it in private? A truth spoken before others is an accusation, whatever the intention.
5. Am I prepared to be there afterwards? Saying it and disappearing is an act of aggression dressed as honesty.
6. Say it once, plainly, and then stop. Repetition converts honesty into pressure.
VI. The Cowardice That Passes for Kindness
1. Most silence in the face of a needed truth is not gentleness. It is self-protection with better manners.
2. “I did not want to hurt them” usually means “I did not want the hour that would follow.”
3. Hinting is worse than silence: it discharges the duty in your own mind while leaving the other person uninformed.
4. The clearest sign is this — the silence cost me nothing and cost them a great deal.
VII. Why the Question Is Well Made
1. It quietly separates courage as character from courage as reputation.
2. It refuses the dramatic answer. Most real bravery is undramatic, brief, and unrecorded.
3. It carries a paradox: to answer it publicly is to end the privacy that made the act what it was.
4. The paradox resolves only if the point is not the deed but the definition. I am not reporting a moment. I am proposing a standard.
When no one is watching, there is no one to confirm that you did the right thing. That is not a defect of the situation. That is the situation.
What is the truth you are carrying at this moment that someone deserves to hear from you, in private, with nothing in it for you?
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 04 September 2026
● The problem. Guilt arrives the moment we stop. We have absorbed a quiet equation: to be busy is to be worthy, and stillness must first be earned.
● Rest is not idleness. Nothing that lives runs continuously. The fallow field, the rest written into a score, the phone on charge — rest is maintenance, not failure; part of work’s architecture, not its opposite.
● The traditions agree. Sabbath treated rest as a dignity owed, not a wage. Greek scholē gave us the word school. Roman negotium defined business by the rest it lacked. Taoist wu wei and the empty hub of the wheel. Japanese ma, where the interval is the design. Sanskrit vishranti, rest as return. No serious tradition mistook ceaseless activity for a virtue.
● The guilt is self-issued. Its most dangerous form — “I will rest once everything is finished” — sounds like discipline but is a postponement without a date. The condition is never met.
● Rest improves the work it interrupts. Fatigue erodes pace, then judgement, then concentration, then desire. A rested mind thinks in longer arcs. Sometimes the most productive act is to stop producing.
● Resting is not quitting. Quitting says I no longer wish to continue. Rest says I intend to continue, and this is how.
● Worth is not a running total. A human life is not an audit, and was never meant to balance at day’s end.
● The remedy is a changed question. Not have I done enough to deserve rest, but what do I need now so that I can continue well. The first treats rest as a wage; the second, as a resource.
Explore why rest is a resource and not a wage, and how one changed question frees you from constant productivity guilt.
● The close. Every meaningful journey contains intervals. Stopping for a moment is not falling behind.
We are all shaped by the way we were raised. Our families teach us how to work, how to handle difficulty, and how to treat the people around us. Some of those lessons stay for life. Others change quietly as we grow older — and sometimes we find, without ever having decided to, that we are doing something in the exact opposite way we were taught.
That is not always a rejection of our upbringing. Very often it is simply growth. But the prompt asks for something more specific than a general reflection on change, so let me be specific.
The One Thing I Do Differently
I was raised in a house where decisions were announced, not explained. The elder decided; the young complied. A reason, if it ever came, arrived years later and usually by accident. To ask why was not forbidden — it was simply not done, in the way one does not ask the sea to justify the tide.
I explain. Persistently, and sometimes past the point of usefulness. Every decision I have taken — in a family, in an office, at a committee table, in a draft laid before Government — has gone out with its reasons attached.
The difference is not that I decide less firmly than my elders did. It is that I will not let a decision travel alone. A decision without its reason is an instruction. A decision with its reason is an invitation — the other person may now examine it, and may find the flaw I missed.
The Silence Was Not Cruelty
It would be easy to write this as an indictment, and the indictment would be unjust. My elders were not withholding reasons out of contempt. That was what authority looked like in every house on the street. Confucian ethics placed filial devotion near the centre of the moral order; the Tamil vocabulary I grew up inside turned on kadamai and ozhukkam, duty and ordered conduct, on the assumption that the young learn the reason by living it rather than by hearing it. The household was a small polity, and sovereigns, in the older understanding, did not give reasons. Explaining oneself was what a servant did when called to account.
And yet each of those traditions preserved the seed of its own correction. Athens asked the free man to render his account. The rabbis kept the defeated argument on the page beside the winning one. Indian and Islamic jurisprudence both insisted that a ruling state the reason beneath it. I did not import a foreign value. I recovered a suppressed one.
Keeping the Values, Changing the Method
Changing the way we were raised does not mean rejecting everything from it. There are values worth preserving — integrity, responsibility, perseverance, consideration for others. What changes is how we express them.
Discipline does not have to mean harshness.
Respect does not have to mean fear.
Responsibility does not have to mean carrying every burden alone.
My father believed that an elder is answerable for the young — answerable to God, to the family name, to the bare arithmetic of survival. I believe exactly the same thing. I have only changed the creditor: I hold myself answerable to the person standing in front of me, which is why I owe her the reason. I did not replace his ethic. I re-routed it.
Perhaps maturity is learning to separate the value from the habit, and the lesson from the method.
Different Does Not Mean Better
One caution belongs here. Doing something differently does not automatically mean doing it better. There is a kind of explanation that is not respect but self-defence — reasons piled so densely, and delivered so fluently, that no one can find the seam to object at. I have done this. A trained drafter can build an argument the way a mason builds a wall and call it transparency.
My elders’ silence was at least honest about its power. It said plainly: this is my decision, and you are young. My explanations occasionally disguise the same thing under better manners. Every generation has its blind spots, and the useful question is never which was right, but what each can still teach the other.
We Are Writing Our Own Chapter
Our upbringing is the first draft of our story. It shapes us, but it is not the final version. As adults we are given the chance to revise — to keep what made us stronger, and to learn from our parents without copying everything they did.
The striking-out is easy to narrate. It makes a good story and it flatters the teller. The quiet retention is harder to find, and it is usually the more important half of the inheritance.
So the question I would leave you with is not the one the prompt asked. It is the one underneath it: what did you change in form while keeping entirely intact in substance — and have you ever thanked anyone for it?
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 3 September 2026
The prompt asked for my five favourite apps. I struck out favourite and wrote most used.
It is not pedantry. It rests on a rule simple enough to teach in an afternoon:
Do not enact a word you cannot prove.
“Favourite” is a claim about affection, and affection will not stand cross-examination. Ask me on a good morning and I will name the app that lets me publish. Ask me at eleven at night, after a day that has gone sideways, and I will name something else.
An answer that moves with the mood is not a fact. It is a feeling in a fact’s clothes.
“Most used” does not move. There is a register, kept without my permission and without my flattery. The screen-time report is the one witness in my life that has never tried to make me look good.
So, from the record rather than from sentiment:
Jetpack · Notes · WhatsApp · Gmail · Photos
But an app need not be a favourite to become part of a life. And that leads to a harder question, which the prompt does not ask:
Which of these could I least afford to lose?
Frequency and consequence are different measurements.
The Subtraction Test
Delete each one in turn. Ask what collapses. Whatever survives deletion was never load-bearing.
WhatsApp
Delete WhatsApp, and the failure is immediate. Committee coordination, family conversations, the Association and its inexhaustible small crises, and the group where a verse arrives each morning — all of it disappears from my screen at once.
Yet most of it would reroute within days. What I would miss is not the messages themselves but the warmth they carry: a good morning, a word of encouragement, a simple how are you.
Technology can make communication feel impersonal, but behind every message there is a person.
Painful, loud, and largely recoverable.
Gmail
Delete Gmail, and institutional life becomes noisy. Minutes stop moving. Drafts stop circulating. Three institutions notice within a day.
But email is a channel, not a possession. The correspondence remains somewhere beyond the app. Find another door and the house is still standing.
I have lost the key, not the house.
Notes
Delete Notes, and almost nothing collapses that anyone else can see. Nobody asks what happened.
But an idea that arrives while reading, travelling, or simply watching something ordinary can disappear within the hour if I do not write it down. Some notes become nothing. Others slowly become an entire reflection.
The loss is invisible from outside and complete from inside:
A thought you failed to record is not misplaced. It never existed.
Jetpack
Delete Jetpack, and the publishing stops. The writing does not. I can write on any surface that will take ink. What disappears is the publishing channel, and that small daily confirmation that someone, somewhere, opened the page.
The streak ends too — and a number of that size acquires a gravity it has not honestly earned.
Jetpack matters to Rise & Inspire. But Jetpack is the door, not the room.
I would miss the door. The room remains.
Photos
Then comes Photos. I use it for almost every post, searching for the image that gives a reflection its visual entry point. Words carry the message; a picture often helps the message find its way.
But that is not why losing Photos would hurt most.
Delete it, and I do not merely lose a tool for selecting images. I lose what the tool has been carrying. I open Photos looking for a header image and find myself standing, without having meant to, before years of people, places and moments I have kept.
The blog would recover. Some of the rest would not.
The tool was never the point. I had simply not noticed what the tool was carrying.
By consequence of loss: Photos → Notes → Jetpack → Gmail → WhatsApp
The order reverses almost exactly.
Jetpack is what I create. Notes is what I think. WhatsApp is whom I am connected to. Gmail is what I manage. Photos is what I remember.
And memory is different from everything else. A message can be resent. A draft can be rewritten, and is often improved by the second attempt. An email can be recovered through another channel.
But nobody can go back and re-photograph 2011.
What the Test Is Really For
The prompt wanted a list. What it produced was a small audit. And the audit returned an uncomfortable finding:
My attention is allocated almost exactly inversely to what I claim to value.
Attention follows urgency. Urgency is loud. And the loud things are the ones wearing notification badges. Photos has never once demanded anything of me. That is precisely why it will outlast the rest.
So run the subtraction test on your own five most-used apps. Do not ask only what they do; that is the easy question, and the prompt has already answered it. Ask instead:
What would fall if each one disappeared?
And then ask which absence would be the quietest.
In my experience, the quiet one is the answer.
John Britto Kurusumuthu
Rise & Inspire · riseandinspire.co.in
In response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt — 2 September 2026
What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street?
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The Best Thing I Ever Found on the Street Was a Street
WordPress Daily Writing Prompt | 1 September 2026
What is the best thing you have ever found randomly on the street?
John Britto Kurusumuthu
It is a quarter past nine, and the road is closed.
Not officially. There is no barricade, notification, or diversion board. Just a trench the colour of brick dust running across the carriageway, a heap of red earth, four lengths of pipe stacked like sleeping animals, and a man in a green shirt holding a torn red flag as though he is not entirely convinced of his own authority. Behind him, traffic has folded in on itself. An autorickshaw sits sideways, unable to turn back, while someone leans relentlessly on a horn.
I have files under my arm and a meeting at half past nine.
The pavement has disappeared into the same trench. Going around by the main junction would take at least nine minutes on foot, perhaps more with the crowd at the crossing. I do the arithmetic that everyone does at such moments and arrive at the same unhappy figure. Twelve minutes late, in front of people who will not say anything about it and will not forget it either.
Then I notice a gap between two compound walls.
It is wide enough for a car, though there is no car there. I have passed it for months without noticing it. A lamp post stands at the entrance, wrapped with old wire. Beyond it, the tar gives way to an older, browner path, worn smooth where wheels have travelled.
I turn in.
The noise stops almost at once. Two steps in, and the horns become a distant complaint. Instead, I hear a tailor’s sewing machine: stop and start, stop and start. He does not look up. A faded film poster curls on the wall beside him.
The lane smells of wet earth and coconut husk. It rained during the night.
A dog lifts its head from a doorstep, looks at me, and settles down again. A woman throws water across her front step and sweeps it flat with a coconut-rib broom, and the water runs to the edge and finds the drain without being told. She moves aside to let me pass.
Neither of us speaks.
A drumstick tree leans over a wall. Jasmine grows along a wire, and its fragrance reaches me before I see it.
The lane bends.
Somewhere nearby, a radio announces the nine-thirty news. A hen crosses with four chicks hurrying behind her. A boy pushes a bicycle far too large for him, steering around me with the effortless confidence of someone who knows every inch of the lane.
Then the lane bends again and appears to end at a gate.
For a moment, I can feel twelve minutes becoming eighteen.
The gate is rusted and padlocked. I am already composing the explanation I will give at the meeting when I notice that the lane does not end. It turns right, narrowing between a plantain patch and a culvert with a concrete slab across it. The slab has a crack in it shaped like the letter Y.
I cross the slab.
Forty feet. Fifty.
A wall on my left looks unfamiliar. Then I recognise the next one. I have seen it every working day, from the other side.
I emerge beside the junction, ahead of the traffic still trapped behind the trench. There is a tea shop at the corner with a bench in front of it, and two men on the bench who have watched me arrive from a direction nobody arrives from.
I look at my watch.
I am four minutes early.
That was twenty-three years ago.
I walked that lane perhaps four thousand times afterwards. The main road was widened, made one-way, dug up, and repaired again. The lane was never touched.
The tailor’s room became a photocopy shop and eventually a permanently shuttered room. The dog died, and another dog took its place, and it too, in time, stopped lifting its head at me. The boy with the oversized bicycle must be past forty now.
The crack in the culvert slab is still shaped like the letter Y.
I showed the lane to three colleagues over the years and to nobody else. Each of them, within a week, began speaking of it as though they had discovered it themselves, which is the correct way to hold such a thing.
Everything else I have ever found on a street I eventually spent, returned, or lost. A coin goes. A note goes faster. A wallet is handed back. A key sits in a drawer until it is forgotten. A photograph may be looked at once and never again.
But the lane remains.
The best thing I ever found on the street was a street.
And the only reason I found it was that the way I meant to go was closed.
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Written in response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt for September 1 2026.
