Sept.15, 2007. Talk about hibernating for a month. Not a single entry posted on ILOVEILOILO since August 6. Busy, busy. Problems. Busy. Until yesterday, September 14, I was once again shaken out of my lethargy and self-pity by The Pilgrimage of Paulo Coelho that it’s already 4:00 a.m. and I’m still wide awake reinspired to continue with my vision of sharing my home, Iloilo to the rest of the world.
Might not sound like a noble cause to you perhaps but when I started dreaming about it three years ago, I was convinced it was good. I was excited. But as with many dreams big or small, somewhere along the way, we become afraid.
This hit me:
“The good fight is the one that’s fought in the name of our dreams. When we’re young and our dreams first explode inside us with all their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to fight. With great effort, we learn how to fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into combat. So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result of our not having known enough about life. We kill our dreams because we are afraid to fight the good fight.” (Coelho, The Pilgrimage, page 57.)
So now, I’m back with a stronger resolve because death, as Coelho says in his book, is a friend. Great read.