Yesterday Petrona put a comment on my post about following passion that I had some trouble with. It’s from Amos Bronson Alcott,
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There’s a very scary shelf among my books. It contains words that make me cringe, shudder, draw back in horror — and that’s not from reading them, it’s from the mere idea of reading them.
For me it happened at about age 15. I’d just finished what was the darkest year of my teenage angst, and I was not a happy camper. I had pouted and brooded my way most of the way through, unhappy with the same…