A piece of advice: find what you love
I've had a wonderful time here on Inside a Dog, and this is my very last post. So I thought I’d use it to hand out a piece of advice that I wish someone had given me when I was a teenager. Because all I ever wanted to do was write, but I didn’t pursue it the way I should have when I was young. I didn’t believe enough in myself; I listened, foolishly, to voices that told me I was not worthwhile; and I didn’t understand the importance of what I was giving up. I am glad I found my way back to writing, but I wish I had never left it.
So, for what it’s worth, here’s my advice:
Find what you love.
Some people call their calling their passion, but I’ve always thought that’s a strange word to use. Because passion burns bright, but it burns out – it has not love’s endurance, nor it’s grace. It is love that will pick you up when you have fallen; love that will nourish your spirit; and love that will outlast everything else. Beware of pride, and of fear, and of attaching value to the superficial splendors of this world. These things will betray you, but love will not.
Find what you love. You will know it because it scares you, just a little; it is always frightening to give of your whole heart, but to do any less is to live a small life. You know it because it loves you in return, which means it will never take from you without giving back ten thousandfold. Once you have found it, you must defend it against those who would diminish it, and you. Honour your own feelings, be true to your own heart, and never, ever let others define who you are, or who you should be.
I found what I loved, when I was young. Except I was not brave enough to hold onto it, and I abandoned my love for lesser things. Love kept faith when I did not; it was waiting when I returned. But don’t make my mistake. Find what you love.
And never let it go.