I figured out why I buy so many books, and why I bring home these ridiculously large piles (or bags) from the Library. And I found it in a Robert Frost poem.
Many People Are familiar with “The Road not Taken,” particularly the last two lines:
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
What caught my mind more this reading was the end of the third stanza:
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
This is why. This feeling that once you leave something behind you are nearly choosing to be wholly done with it.
Because of this, I will sometimes take hold of more (be they ideas, activities or books,) than I can reasonably consume, just because I feel half panicy that I may never return if I pass it by.
I need to start asking myself what I’d really lose if I never came back. I’ve lived without it until now, right? Right?
I suppose I’m revealing an undisciplined nature here, since, at least in theory, I shouldn’t have to utterly give up anything, just re-time it. But despite my attempts to remember otherwise, I sometimes still get fixated on now.
Jay and I were discussing this, and we decided that the main challenge comes from having no track record. After all, the first two-thirds of our lives were spent understanding and keeping up with short-term goals.