These days, it’s not so hard to be a published author. In fact, it’s really pretty easy. All you have to do is write a blog, and when you finish, click “publish post.” DONE. I’ve now been “published.”
This is the phenomenon of our culture, of our mindset, and sadly, my very own desire. How great would it be to be an author, or a lawyer – to have this degree or that? I want such and such credentials and fame for my awesomeness. But do I really want to work for it? Not just to get there, but work AT it, to maintain it, to continue to possess the honor?
I read a blog of a friend of mine today, a friend 10 years younger than myself, in which she stated many things that she has learned in her short 17 years. She said she learned the value of working hard toward something – and even the value of simply working hard. I don’t think I possess this value. I don’t think I work very hard and I’m not really sure that I ever have. I want things to come easily; I don’t want to suffer the pain of trial and error. In fact, I want the experience of having worked hard and the thrill of success in the face of trial, but I don’t really want to have to do it. I’d like it delivered to me in as few days as possible at no additional cost.
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