Sublimating toward the Sublime
Last Saturday night toward bedtime, my 9-year-old daughter was lobbying for the password so she could play a computer game, and I resisted. After a few earnest/angry attempts, her last words came defiantly from a distance as she headed for her bedroom. I don't exactly remember the words, but this was their spirit-- "Fine! I'll write a book!"
Later my daughter returned with sincere excitement and told me something of her book idea.
Nobody asked her to use creativity as a consolation prize for pleasure denied.
How many better choices, how many deeper things, are the result of preempted ease?
Later my daughter returned with sincere excitement and told me something of her book idea.
Nobody asked her to use creativity as a consolation prize for pleasure denied.
How many better choices, how many deeper things, are the result of preempted ease?
1 Comments:
The harder thing is often the better, and the more satisfying when complete, right?
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