Whatever Happens In Your Life, No Matter

When I Am Writing Political Op-eds, I Do Think Carefully About The Impact Of My Words. When I Am Writing Fiction, It's A Different Story. In My Fiction I Am More Reckless. I Don't Care About The Real World Until I Am Done With The Book.

We're Born Into A Certain Family, Nation, Class. But If We Have No Connection Whatsoever With The Worlds Beyond The One We Take For Granted, Then We Too Run The Risk Of Drying Up Inside. Our Imagination Might Shrink; Our Hearts Might Dwindle, And Our Humanness Might Wither If We Stay For Too Long Inside Our Cultural Cocoons. Our Friends, Neighbors, Colleagues, Family - If All The People In Our Inner Circle Resemble Us, It Means We Are Surrounded With Our Mirror Image.

One Night, A Group Of Moths Gathered On A Shelf Watching A Burning Candle. Puzzled By The Nature Of The Light, They Sent One Of Their Members To Go And Check On It. The Scouting Moth Circled The Candle Several Times And Came Back With A Description: The Light Was Bright. Then A Second Moth Went To Examine It. He, Too, Came Back With An Observation: The Light Was Hot. Finally A Third Moth Volunteered To Go. When He Approached The Candle He Didn't Stop Like His Friends Had Done, But Flew Straight Into The Flame. He Was Consumed There And Then, And Only He Understood The Nature Of The Light.

That Was The One Thing About The Rain That Likened It To Sorrow: You Did Your Best To Remain Untouched, Safe And Dry, But If And When You Failed, There Came A Point In Which You Started Seeing The Problem Less In Terms Of Drops Than As An Incessant Gush, And Thereby You Decide You Might As Well Get Drenched.

Fret Not Where The Road Will Take You. Instead Concentrate On The First Step. That's The Hardest Part And That's What You Are Responsible For. Once You Take That Step Let Everything Do What It Naturally Does And The Rest Will Follow. Do Not Go With The Flow. Be The Flow.