"It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it. When I decided to go to Alaska that April, like Chris McCandless, I was a raw youth who mistook passion for insight and acted according to an obscure, gap-ridden logic. I thought climbing the Devils Thumb would fix all that was wrong with my life. In the end, of course, it changed almost nothing. But I came to appreciate that mountains make poor receptacles for dreams. And I lived to tell my tale."
The first sentence of that paragraph has been my guiding thought for years now.
"What you desire is no less than what you deserve, if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it."
I've repeated it to myself... heck knows how many times now: on beaches; on wintery roads; in shopping malls; rafting. I've done it whilst hanging up washing, and when falling asleep. I've done it whilst breastfeeding at 3 o'clock at night, and cooking dinner at six.
I've done it everywhere.
And it... encapsulates me.
As many times as I've repeated it to myself now - which is many - I've only recently discovered that there even exists another sentence there. "I was a raw youth who mistook passion for insight."
"Dang!" I thought when I read that bit, "That would make an awesome blog title!" And so that's where I've got it from.
I like that there are two sides to it. There is having passion for insight - as in, wanting to look into things and wanting to understand how the world works, and boy do I do that well!
But there is also mistaking passion for insight - and God knows I've done that, too.
So, all in all, "Passion For Insight" is about yearning for understanding and - occasionally - about mistaking one for another.
I love sharing. I tell stories, and listen to stories a lot. One day I may even feel like I am ready to grow out of assuming that if I want something badly enough, it is my God-given right to have it, but even if that day arrives one day – it isn’t here yet.