Committing to a dream

One of my favorite quotes is from Scottish mountaineer, W. H. Murray. I think it contains a lot of truth. “What am I committed to?” is one of the big questions I’ve been learning to face most days. I also find it pretty difficult to answer. But that’s not the hardest part. Once I’ve defined what I’m committed to, it’s then a matter of really committing to it, come hell or high water. That kind of commitment has real legs:

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way.

When you burn your bridges and decide not to look back, new vistas of possibility open up. All your attention is focused on forward movement and finding ways to make things happen. Retreat isn’t on your radar. Only then do things start happening; the universe suddenly seems to join your team.

What are you committed to? Are you really committed to it?

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