I finished reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed tonight; several years after almost every other woman in the world has been engulfed in its pages. I somehow avoided both the book and the movie, but it’s been on my “list” for quite some time, so it felt good to finally pick it up.
There were a handful of passages in this book that shook me. Cheryl’s storytelling makes me long for adventure into the unknown. An urge that has been present most of my life. A longing to do something bigger than myself without fear. In one portion of the book she describes what drives long distance hikers onward. It reminded me of the same feeling I’ve always felt when engulfed in nature. For me, it’s always been when standing at the edge of the ocean or staring into a starry nights sky, overwhelmed by its vastness.
Since I’ve started to read more again, it has given me the drive to write again. Funny how that happens for writers. When reading the outpouring of other people’s hearts on the page, it’s like I suddenly feel left out of a game I love. The only thing standing in my way when it comes to putting my words out on the page is fear… Then I read the following passage, and I couldn’t help but read it over and over soaking in the words:
Fear begets fear. Power begets power. So I will write, without fear.