My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Endurance
Shackleton had thought that by endurance we conquered, but that may be true only of some Arctic lands, and then only to the extent the land will permit it. It was the ice and snow that determined who might have to endure what, and the extent of what might for a moment be conquered. In the end, endurance as a virtue or trait may be one of the least valuable. Given a choice, we might better cultivate others.
Labels:
adventures,
conditions,
control,
endurance,
Shackleton,
success
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