We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood — it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, “Too late.”
A week at the lake”: this is a Minnesota phrase denoting a retreat into mystery, indisposition, vacation, or retreat. It’s our all-purpose excuse and explanation. We have no missing persons in this state, they’re pressured to be “at the the lake.” People from outside may puzzle about it: “What lake? Where?” We don’t even know how to process these questions, which interrupt our retreat into mist, otherness, wrensong, somewhere “up north.
Self-discovery comes when a man measures himself against an obstacle.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Don’t pretend that difficulties don’t concern you. Other people need to know that while you find the good in virtually every situation, you are not naïve. Recognize challenges, and communicate the reasons for your optimism. Your positive approach will be most powerful when others realize it is grounded in reality.