This book is sitting on the shelf above my desk just staring me down as I go about my daily habits. I know that it is there, and there is this itch inside of me telling me to pick it up. I resist not because I don’t have the time, but because there is another book I need to get through first before I move on to this one. But every once in a while the itch becomes too great, I give in and read the author’s note. I’ve probably read the author’s note about six times now, and each time a fire stirs up inside of me and I get a strong sense of excitement just thinking about what tales and insights the book holds.
Here’s the author’s note:
If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn’t cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the wihdshield wipers. You wouldn’t tell your friends you saw a beutiful movie or go home and put a record on to think about the story you’d seen. The truth is, you wouldn’t remember that movie a week later, except you’d feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo.
But we spend years actually living those stories, and expect our lives to feel meaningful. The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won’t make a story meaningful, it won’t make a life meaningful either.
I have feelings similar to what the author is talking about almost weekly. I’m not too sure if this book will be healthy for me, but I can’t wait to read it either way.