I must admit there is a part of me which wants to pay my respects by giving a “moment of silence” today – by NOT posting anything about September 11th. But I know, ultimately, that would be a lazy response. I also admit that … Continue reading →
“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” –Henry David Thoreau
Its been three whole days of hiding under a dark cloud of discouragement and depression. I suppose I could stay here for another week or even a month – but that I cannot. I suppose that if the standing up and following one’s dreams were as easy as it is to merely close the eyes and dream them, there would be nothing noble nor a great reward in the actuality of their fruition. How easy it seems to sit and quietly dream, to make ‘plans’ with hope – yet how truly difficult it is to stand up, pursue, and live them. For they often must stay just beyond your reach – in a courtship dance of Romance vs. Reality.
Ultimately, it is Diligence who must be your constant and harsh partner – the one with whom you will perfect the timing of your steps to Hope’s intricate melody. A decision must be made. Am I one to sit in the audience – to genuinely appreciate and applaud the dance – but then go home, an observer only? Or do I sweat in the hours of discipline, endure the blistered, bloody feet and falls – and maybe, just maybe, be the one to leap and spin and soar?
Today I will decline the invitation to the Pity Party. I will get up and wrap my wounds, stretch my weary legs and take Diligence’s extended hand… and as I do, I can faintly hear the beat of Hope begin again…