Volume 7 · The Long Afternoon · Essay 245
Sisu
Sisu is a lens. Nothing in the world changes when you pick it up, but quite a lot becomes visible.
What this concept offers is a pause — one extra beat between what happens and what you do about it. Civilisation, someone said, is measured in that beat.
Think of the grandfather who plants a mango tree he will never sit under. Ask him why, and he will look at you as if the question were the strange thing.
In the end, life asks only whether we were awake while it happened. Print it on a card if you like. Better: print it on a habit.