Monday, August 13, 2018

The harder the conflict


I woke up this morning questioning my commitments. I didn’t want to go to CrossFit at all. Ever. Why, I wondered, after years of doing nothing more vigorous than gentle walking, did I choose such high-intensity training? I’m tired. I questioned my commitment to continue with my doctorate. I’ve spent 12 hours a day for the past few days trying to meet a deadline for a draft of the first three chapters of my dissertation. I’m tired. I questioned writing this blogpost. Every year for the past eight, I’ve commemorated my brother here on this day. What would it matter, I wondered, if I missed this year?

It wouldn’t. Not really.

Except that each time I pause to remember Marc, I remember that I have this gift of time that is lost to him forever. I have more blessings than I can count, and a lot of work left to do to keep my promise to him to find ways to ensure there is a place in the schools of tomorrow for the brilliant children like my brother who struggle with learning in our schools today. And I remember, too, the Thomas Paine quote he sent me days before he died:
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

The conflicts I face are so small, my rewards won so cheaply; it’s back to work for me with a grateful heart.

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