Thorny Chores
I find it interesting that the “same” experience can feel so different at different stages of our lives. Certain books we read may fall completely flat at one time and resonate deeply at another. For me, Milton’s Paradise Lost was one such read.
When we “had” to read it in high school I detested it. When I “had” to read it in college, I was awestruck. Wondering what the experience would be when I “chose” to read it, I recently revisited Milton’s masterpiece and was not disappointed. There is a reason this has stood the test of time so well.
There are of course countless memorable lines throughout the epic poem, but one early one hit me with a great deal of force:
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Clearly Milton was a Stoic at heart! It is our own mindset that can and does shape how we view our surroundings, and our lives. We can, and do, make them “better” or “worse” depending on how we choose to view them, consciously or not.
As someone who avidly studies Stoicism, this should not come as any great revelation to me. Well before Milton, Epictetus, Seneca, Marcus Aurelius, and others espoused the same concept. I know this. However, knowing and acting with such knowledge are very different things.
I was reminded of this when around the same time as I was working my way through Milton, I had to tackle a particularly unpleasant chore at home. I will spare you the details, but it was messy, and it smelled horrible. While working through the chore, my attitude was terrible. I was grumbling, I was frustrated, I was angry. At the time, my attitude was not helped by Katy’s reaction to it all. The more frustrated I became, the funnier she found the whole thing. Her unrestrained laughter only made me angrier.
Or did it? It took me two more days, but I finally came to the realization that her laughter didn’t make me angrier. She laughed. That is a fact. It was my response to that laughter that created the frustration and anger. As Milton wrote, I could have used my mind to my benefit, laughing like Katy and making a heaven of that hell, but instead I chose a far less productive route.
This ability reframe how we view the situation is a sort of superpower we, I, too rarely take advantage of. But I am trying to get better. I am working to heed the advice of the French writer Alphonse Karr, who wrote:
Let us try to see things from their better side:
You complain about seeing thorny rose bushes;
Me, I rejoice and give thanks to the gods
That thorns have roses.
Rather than getting myself upset that I “have” to interrupt my life with chores, albeit pretty smelly ones(!), I am working on “rejoicing” in that along with those everyday chores of life, I get to spend that life with a family I deeply love. I will (try) to no longer lament the thorny chores, but rather make a heaven of those hellish thorns by rejoicing in the rosy life that comes along with them.
I know I will not always succeed, but to try is a start. The more I try, the more I work at it, I am certain the better I will become, and the better my life, and my perception of my life will be as a result. I wish you the same.









