The following text is an excerpt from the book “The war of art” by Steven Pressfield, I thought you might be interested in reading. Enjoy:
“Are you a born writer? Were you put on earth to be a painter, a scientist, an apostle of peace? In the end the question can only be answered by action. Do it or don’t do it. It might help to think of it this way. If you were meant to cure cancer or write a symphony or crack cold fusion and you don’t do it, you not only hurt yourself, even destroy yourself. You hurt your children. You hurt me. You hurt the planet. You shame the angels who watch over you and you spite the almighty, who created you and only you with your unique gifts, for the sole purpose of nudging the human race one millimeter farther along its path to God.
Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. It’s a gift to the world and every being in it. Don’t cheat us of your contribution. Give us what you’ve got.”
I wish those were my words, such great words, now it’s my turn to share this with you, it’s my obligation, because I want you to be fair to us.
What would’ve happened if Jackie Robinson woke up one day not wanting to play baseball? Thinking “it’s too hard, it can’t be done, people at the ballpark don’t like me because of my race”. I guarantee that if African American baseball players today knew he had the opportunity to change things and he didn’t do it, they would despise him. He could’ve made a difference and didn’t do it.
But he did it, and boy he did it, what a ballplayer he was, what a change he made, for himself, for his family, for humanity. He was the first African American baseball player in Major League Baseball. And this is how people thank him.
You’re next. Get us closer to God. Let us say “Thank you”.