The Promised Land
So much of our work and our ideas are bent toward arrival in the promised land.
We might be on a pilgrimage of identity in work, but it is almost always the prospect of arrival that keeps us going rather than the journey itself. We aim for a certain genius in our daily work which most always eludes us, but still, it is the possibility of genius that has us toiling late into the night.
We aim for a marriage, a partner, a house, or a garden, and work and sacrifice for that future vision of loveliness, until sometimes the very nature of our struggle disqualifies us from the garden we have so long desired.