A note of hope on a reflective Saturday afternoon

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."

--Ayn Rand

via Colleen Van Tiem (andnowwerun.posterous.com)

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7 comments

Oct 17, 2009

Abhi Yerra said...

Or as Van Gogh put it, "Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model."

Then again both Ayn Rand and Van Gogh died unhappy...

Oct 18, 2009

colleen van tiem said...

Thanks, Garry. I'm so glad I had the opportunity to meet you. Hope you had a good run last night.

Oct 18, 2009

Mark Rampton said...

Garry went running?

Oct 18, 2009

Leith Macdonald said...

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

(Dylan Thomas)

Oct 18, 2009