Ten days ago, I started this New Year with a fire in my heart. It took the form of a single word: Meaningful. I was—and remain—determined to fight in this war. And it is a war.
Meaningful isn’t easy. It doesn’t just happen. It is a war against laziness, apathy, and the busyness of these important lives we’re all living. It is a war against passion-killers and nay-sayers…especially the ones that exist in our own head.
Military historian Victor Davis Hanson says in his book THE SECOND WORLD WARS: How the First Global Conflict Was Fought and Won, “Starting wars is far easier than ending them.”
This fact is the seed of epic stories, both fictional and real.
I have mulled this line over for the past couple months. There is a story to tell, somewhere in my writer’s imagination, and it begins and ends with this aphorism: Wars are easily started.
But this morning, as I sit to write this blog post, I realize this statement must be qualified. In the course of human history, the context in which Hanson is speaking, wars are easily started and not easily ended. However, within the human heart, when it comes to war with self, wars are difficult to start and too easily ended.
We don’t want to pick a fight with ourselves.
Even when “self” so obviously needs conquering.