1) Divide a paper into four quadrants.
2) Number each quadrant one through four.
3) Write one's most beloved, cherished life dreams in each of the quadrants.
4) Rip into quarters.
5) Take Goal #4, wad it up and throw it into the trash.
6) Take Goal #3, and send it also the circular file.
7) Goal #2 also will not survive this test
8) Your cherished passionate life dream, your #1, also must be shot and buried.
And that's what it's going to be like if you don't pursue your goals, writes Silber. And he hopes I feel horrible. Well, I'm immune to that, but I get it. Thank you, Mr. Silber, you creative writer, you.
I do not regret the path I followed without any narration, but I regret perhaps losing the joy of sharing it with you.
I'm back, but I'm not here for me. I'm here for us all.
"Write for yourself. Write what you know."
I could only do that, but I'm writing for us all. A gift unopened is indeed a cardboard box that rattles and thumps. In the end we can only find unity, community, catharsis, at the fellowship of knowing we are not alone.
