David Orr in his terrific book Beautiful & Pointless writes about the ambition of poets. Ambition that can lead to greatness, as in the desire to be great. It has me pondering whether I need either.
Desiring greatness, good for the soul? If I could be great, would I die happier? I think of my reference to reading all the books in the library. Once I would have settled for that before dying.
A new movie of an old book As I Lay Dying is in theaters. This is a movie that people said could not be done. For this reason alone, I have to see it. Have you, or have you heard any reviews?
The phrase as I lay dying exploits my desires. What will I be wishing for that I left undone in life as I lie dying? Will I be covertness of undone greatness? Will I care?
In a blog post I read this morning the author spoke to Dear Abby fictitiously. The author desired children and is now past the age of being able.* Would that as a desire fulfilled equate to greatness? Is it ambition?
My desires have become simple. I want to be of help to others and to write. Fifty-fifty time devotion would be acceptable. A lofty ambition? On some days I think so.