If there is one thing I’ve learned in the last three and a half years of daily writing it is that, as Erasmus put it, “the desire to write grows with writing.” In fact, I have found this to be true of anything I have undertaken to commune more deeply with nature and to serve others more fully.
I could say this about so many things. The desire to revitalize medicine grows with revitalizing medicine. The desire to ride (horses) grows with riding. The desire to raise well-rounded children grows with raising children. I could go on for pages!
What I don’t understand is why anyone would do anything without applying all the force of their being to the effort. Who cares why you have to do it, when you have the choice as to how you carry it through? In my estimation freedom in is more important than freedom from any day of the week.
Call me what you’d like, but I love the fact that I realized at a certain point that I have the choice as to whether or not I love my life, regardless of what I am doing. More importantly, I love the fact that I can assist, inspire, show and teach others to do the same.
In this sad world we have a choice: succumb to grief, submit to worry or overcome the world.
“Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson