Have you ever read something that so completely and accurately describes you, that it could have been written about you?
If you haven’t, then take it from me, it’s a remarkable experience. It’s as if the words jump off the page and slap you right across the face. I had the experience over the weekend, and although remarkable, it wasn’t particularly pleasant.
The following comes from Samuel Smiles’ classic book, Character. The book was first published way back in 1871, so obviously these words weren’t written specifically about me. But, oh my goodness, they certainly could have been.
Many are the valiant purposes formed, that end merely in words; deeds intended, that are never done; designs projected, that are never begun; and all for want of a little courageous decision. Better far the silent tongue but the eloquent deed. For in life and in business, despatch is better than discourse; and the shortest answer of all is, DOING.
To be always intending to live a new life, but never to find time to set about it,—this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking and sleeping from one day to another, until he is starved and destroyed.
And there my friends, aside from a few shining moments, is the story of my life so far. And in accurate and bone chilling detail, no less.
So it seems we’ve exposed a little flaw in my character, wouldn’t you agree?
(To be continued)