John Steinbeck is my new best friend. Well, it’s been a long forged relationship, but last night, he raised the bar. In other words, I was feeling discouraged because I feel like this endless journey through school feels more like a trek to no where, rather than a means to dreams coming true. For as long as I could process 1+1, I have wanted to be a teacher. And not just any teacher, but one that people remember. I also want to write a book. And not just any book, but one that impacts someone’s life in an unalterable, positive way. The tunnel feels neverending, but then John told me this:
“The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.”
and then he decided I needed to know this as well,
“I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.”
I guess every once in awhile, we need affirmation that what we are doing is right or worthwhile or valued. Sometimes, I wonder if I want to write or teach simply because someone told me I would be good at it… but then, I think about the lesson I have planned for my first grade 12 english class (whenever that will happen) or sitting down to a signing, for my own book, and I know that it’s not affirming I should do what I am good at, it’s confirming that I am meant for a purpose that I might not even be aware of. And I need to keep trying to fulfill it.
So I guess I will go to class. Or something.