I will write a longer blog post later this week but I wanted to share with you a passage from a novel I just read because it struck me as a powerful call to action: to ditch the false importance of ‘safe’ and step out into the dangerous ground of significance and experience.
There was a moment in my late twenties when I admitted that my adventurousness had long since petered out. I would never do those things adolescence had dreamt about. Instead, I mowed my lawn, I took holidays, I had my life.
But time… how time first grounds us and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time… give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.