Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, “This is the real me,” and when you have found that attitude, follow it.
– William James
what he doesn’t tell you is what to do if the seeking, and the places you have to go to find the feeling, to hear the voice, to shape that attitude-enlivened skin to crawl inside, is paradoxical, what to do when in order to “feel most deeply and most vitally alive” you have to live in a past that isn’t anymore, or invent a future, or walk out of a place you thought was perfect, and in so doing have to kill one facet of that real-ness to follow another, or destroy someone else’s to go chasing after the improbable ghost of your own.
i know what it feels like, and i have more than a few tricks for finding it, for waking up there, for unveiling, for a tiny, stolen (but from whom?) moment, mirrors that show me the face i recognize instead of the one i’ve gotten used to seeing in its place, but these are ephemeral visons. what i’d have to lose to reach after the real thing–a singing-voice, legs without knives, a couple hundred-years of being princessed? and in return, no guarantees; our children might not know, but we do: in the real tale, she loses the bet & turns to sea foam, all alone.