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.
I love you, Currie