Consider the story of Aboriginal girls who, taken from their mothers and deposited in a “school” half a continent away, escape and walk 1,500 miles home. Twice.
It’s hard for me to imagine having the savvy, let alone the fortitude, to survive such a journey, but it’s not hard to imagine the desire — the drive — the passion — the love — that would compel them forward. Imagine wanting something for which you’d be willing to go that literal and figurative distance. Twice.
I’ve been thinking about what I want a lot lately as I try ideas on for size, looking for what sparks my interest, tickles my imagination, makes my pulse race. Lots of things have proven to be fun or engaging or challenging or at least mildly entertaining, but there’s no burning urge. No psychic or emotional imperative. I wonder if such a thing will come.
Two economists are walking down the street and pass a Tesla showroom. One economist turns to the other and says. “I really want one of those!” “Apparently not,” replies the other.
How do we know if we really want something? Is being passionate about a cause the same thing as wanting? What if nothing seems quite urgent enough to warrant a Big P passion?
Like many women, I’m not well practiced in discerning my own desires. I’m better at attending to, intuiting, and working–often fiercely– for the wants of others.
I have the opportunity to revisit that old training. I remain curious about what I will discover. I am grateful for the inspiration of others – including young girls a generation and half a planet away.
Life Lesson #15: Knowing is half the battle.