A friend of mine posted something on Facebook that really hit me where I live today. I’m going to quote it in it’s entirety here cause I do NOT want to forget this. I’ve looked it up. The source is the book “The Pilgrimage” by Brazilian author Paulo Coelho. You can find this on a page of his blog. I’m going to look into reading “The Pilgrimage” and his novel “The Alchemist” which I read a lot of raves about. Anyway, on to the quote…
“The 3 symptoms of killing our dreams”
The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons…
from The PilgrImage by Paulo Coelho
Life has been beating me upside the head recently, like it’s trying to tell me something.
- There was discovering that I’m an INFP personality-type and realizing that some of the less-positive aspects of that personality have come to dominate my life. And I am not proud of the fact, or where I’m at in general really.
- I discovered that an acquaintance and one-time co-worker who graduated from a neighboring high-school the same year I did, recently passed away. It really drove home to me that life is short and that my anti-social ways have caused me to miss out on opportunities to get to know people. Some people who are now lost to me forever.
- And then there’s this quote which hit me like a punch in the gut. It points to one problem I’ve always known I’ve had that has affected my life in so many ways. Basically that I’m a coward. I don’t want to be a coward anymore. I’d rather make a fool of myself trying to do something than make a fool of myself doing nothing.
So I have the incentive and the desire. My big problem has been making decisions and setting goals. That too is part of my personality type, taking life as it comes. I’m not going to change who I am at the core. I don’t even want to, as at heart I like myself. But I do want to work at overcoming some of my personality’s weaknesses.
I want to resurrect some of my long dead dreams. I’m not sure that is possible, but I’m going to try.