“He’s been building that boat for seven years that I know of … Every time it nearly gets finished he changes it and starts over again. I think he’s nuts. Seven years on a boat.”
Doc was sitting on the ground pulling off his rubber boots. “You don’t understand,” he said gently . “Henri loves boats but he’s afraid of the ocean.”
“What’s he want a boat for then?” Hazel demanded.
“He likes boats,” said Doc. “But suppose he finishes his boat: once it’s finished people will say, ‘Why don’t you ever put in the water?’ Then if he puts it in the water, he’ll have to go out in it, and he hates the water. So you see, he never finishes the boat – – – so he doesn’t have to launch it.”
– John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
I am a warrior, as you are. I am not the intense, fierce, pumped-up, toned, wild-man warrior that I want to be. But, I am a warrior. Some days, the dragons win. On those days, I am a warrior that went toe-to-toe with a dragon, and got his butt kicked. I am still a warrior, on those days, and I walk away a bit wiser, and a bit stronger. Fighting dragons can be quite strenuous. And that is why … warriors rest.