An offering from Thomas Merton (Jan. 31, 1915-Dec. 10, 1968)
This idea of a “writing career” which begins somewhere and ends somewhere is also a beautiful stupid fiction….And I don’t feel that my days as a writer are over. I don’t care where they are. The point for me is that I must stop trying to adjust myself to the fact that nig
ht will come and work will end. So night comes. Then what? You sit in the dark. What is wrong with that? Meanwhile, it is time to give to others whatever I have to give and not reflect on it. I wish I had learned the knack of doing this without question or care. Perhaps I can begin, it is not a matter adjustment or of peace. It is a matter of truth, and patience, and humility, Stop trying to “adjust.”
Adjust to what? To the general fiction.Thomas Merton
This idea of a “writing career” which begins somewhere and ends somewhere is also a beautiful stupid fiction….And I don’t feel that my days as a writer are over. I don’t care where they are. The point for me is that I must stop trying to adjust myself to the fact that nig
ht will come and work will end. So night comes. Then what? You sit in the dark. What is wrong with that? Meanwhile, it is time to give to others whatever I have to give and not reflect on it. I wish I had learned the knack of doing this without question or care. Perhaps I can begin, it is not a matter adjustment or of peace. It is a matter of truth, and patience, and humility, Stop trying to “adjust.”
Adjust to what? To the general fiction.Thomas Merton