“I shall either find a way or make one…”

When calculating the endless permutations of influence and experience that inform a life of its meaning and purpose, it becomes evident that the sum of the parts can never equal that of the whole. The truth is that we lose those parts that we outgrow.  Some of those parts which at times have been so essential to our identity have to be sacrificed in order to make room for something new. Virginia Woolf once wrote, “The beauty of the world is a sword with two edges… One of laughter and one of anguish cutting the heart asunder.”  With that sword, life inscribes on that most tender part of the heart, that evanescent quality emanating from those salient moments that inevitably consummate a life.  I believe that each moment and each person we encounter, however transient, changes who we are and who we will ultimately become.

          I think that I should make a big mess of it all right now. Because when I look back on my life, I would prefer to have a nascent understanding of the chances that I took rather than a regretful tone regarding the opportunities that slipped away because I was too afraid to act.  And when the dust finally settles I'll have this amazing perspective; I’ll have the benefit of experience. People I've known have died and dreams that where important in my past have been replaced by new ones. I've had to let more than a few things go during my life, and it’s been difficult because sometimes you really want to hold on to the love that you had.  It is like Robert Burton said, "All places are distant from heaven alike." No matter where you are in life, it’s probably relative to where you want to be. So, I am resolved to believe that perspective will come and it may or may not make sense. I just have to trust that it will be a sufficient reward for all of the mess that you encounter in life from time to time. I may not always know which direction I need to go, but somehow I trust that I’ll always find my way if I never give up.

All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.
 ~ T.E. Lawrence

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean.
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition. 

~ Robert Frost


If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.
~ Thomas Merton