Intentions are undoubtedly the worst materials with which a
man may build his life. An intention is so counterproductive because it has a
way of satisfying the soul that something has been accomplished. That
meaningful action has actually been taken, that the dreamer is somehow a little
further down the road from where he started. The mind delights to consider the
possibilities of what could be.
With abounding enchantment he ponders what he will do, step by
step. He receives great satisfaction to see his plans take root and begin to
materialize: a book written, a building built, a project completed, a deed done.
The glory is overwhelming, the joy is exhilarating, and the longing to have one’s
purpose realized is contented.
Yet, all of it takes place only in the mind. It is nothing
more than vapor, an illusion, only an intention.
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