Chase The Kangaroo

From Self-Culture Through the Vocation, 1914
By Edward Howard Griggs

There is an almost universal optical illusion with reference to work: each of us is fully conscious of the dead work in his own calling, because he must fulfill It; with the tasks of others, he sees only the finished product. Thus each is inclined to exaggerate the dead work in his own vocation and to envy the apparently easier and happier tasks of others. You sit down in an audience room, and some master at the piano sweeps you out on to the bosom of the sea of emotion, playing with you at his will. The evening of melody is over; there is the moment of awed silence and then the storm of applause; you go home exclaiming, ” What genius ! ” O yes, it is genius: some one has defined genius as the capacity for hard work. Genius Is more than that — much more; but no exaggerated talent would take a man far, without the capacity for hard work; and what you forget, as you listen to the finished art of the master genius. Is the days and nights of consecrated toil, foregoing, not only dissipation, but even Innocent pleasures others take as their natural right, that the artist might master and keep the mastery of the technique of his art. The thing that seems to be done most easily, costs most in the doing and has been paid for, invariably, out of the life. It is when men work with most exhausting intensity, on the basis of a life-time of training, that they work with most apparent ease. This world is no lottery, where you take a chance ticket and run your risk of winning or losing a prize, but serious business, where nothing worth while comes any other way than through dead, hard work carried through the days and years. One never truly possesses anything one has not earned by hard effort. To possess money, you must have earned money, or you do not know its worth, nor how to spend It aright. To possess knowledge, you must have earned knowledge; and the brilHant student who slides through college on his wits, coaching up just before ex-amination and winning fairly good grades, loses in the slower race of life beside even the ungifted plodder, who has taken faithfully every hard step of the road.

It is said of Euclid, formulator of the earliest of the sciences, geometry, that on one occasion he was called in to teach a certain king of Egypt his new science. He began as we begin, with definition, axiom and proposition — we have not improved appreciably upon his text-book; and the king grew restless and indignant: “Must a Pharaoh learn like a common slave?” Euclid, with that pride in knowing one thing well, that everyone ought to have who knows one science thoroughly to the end, responded: “There is no royal road to geometry!” We can universalize the statement: there Is no royal road to anything on earth — perhaps In heaven either — worth having, except the one broad, open highway, with no toll-gates upon It, of dead, hard, consistent work through the days and years. Spinoza said — it is the last word in his Ethic: ” All noble things are as difficult as they are rare ; ” and we may add, they are rare because they are difficult.