Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense
with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the
stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never forget
that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one
things--childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases,
parents, loves--that go on slipping , like sand, through our fingers. [Salman Rushdie, Imaginary Homelands: Essays
and Criticism 1981-1991]
I love the way such simple phrases can encompass what is
possible BEing human. Imagine if you could NOT choose how you live your Life or
what guiding lights you will follow. Imagine if you were only allowed to DO
safe things with sure outcomes. Imagine if everything about your Life is
already set in stone and your only option is to go round and round like the
carousel horses on a merry-go-round.
I tend toward over-DOing and rarely think about what moves
me to BE that way. Lately I have been treated to other perspectives, and though
I haven’t done so gracefully, I have chosen to open my mind and my heart, well
past my comfort points.
I’ve chosen to trust my instincts and I have overcome my
doubts. Well, some of them anyway.
And yet…
I love you, Currie
2 comments:
I've always been that person who does too much. Rarely asking for help and pushing myself past what is comfortable. Now I find I have to scale back , I don't bounce back like I used too...physically, mentally, and emotionally. Chronic illness and old age have caught up with me :)
I've always been that person who does too much. Rarely asking for help and pushing myself past what is comfortable. Now I find I have to scale back , I don't bounce back like I used too...physically, mentally, and emotionally. Chronic illness and old age have caught up with me :)
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