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Until One Is Committed

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw
back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative
(and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of
which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment
one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All
sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have
occurred. A whole steam of events issues from the decision,
raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and
meetings and material assistance, which no man could have
dreamed would have come his way.
Whatever you can do,
or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius,
power and magic in it.

Goethe



Throw Yourself Like Seed

Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit;
Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
That brushes your heel as it turns going by,
The man who wants to live is the man in whom life is
abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain
Which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
But to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
Is the work; start then, turn to the work.

Throw yourself like seed as you work, and into your own
field,
Don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
And do not let the past weigh down your motion.

Leave what’s alive in the furrow, what dead in yourself,
For life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
Form your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.

Miguel de Unamuno