“That which we are, we are.
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate
But strong of will.
To strive, to seek, to find
And not to yield.”
I memorized those lines from “Ulysses,” the sprawling work by Tennyson, back in my college days. They spoke to the younger version of me in 1969, and they speak to me today.
The human struggle we all face!
I was about two months removed from losing my father when I read those words. “And not to yield” . . . my dad always told me growing up to never lose ground, that ground won should never be lost, to never retreat. Tennyson’s words echoed the words of my dad, and even today they hold special meaning to me.
The human struggle we all face!
For me, as a creative writer, that is what writing is all about. I seek to tap into that human condition, that human struggle, and give my readers something they can relate to.
For me, as a human being, that is what living is all about. I seek to tap into that human condition, that human struggle, and relate to others based on shared feelings and emotions.
We are all 95% similar and 5% different.
Why do we concentrate so hard on the differences?
Just random thoughts on a Friday morning.
Have a great week! I will leave you with more Tennyson:
“For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!”
Bill
“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”