On the other hand if I see life only in disorienting differential shades of gray then I may excel at debate and playing the Devil’s Advocate and I may impress all my friends, but between all my ranting of possibilities and theoreticals I will never utter a simple yes or no. I may even rightly believe I am extraordinarily intelligent and open-minded and a wonderful example of what a post-modern thinking person should be, but I will never accomplish anything worthwhile because I have no conviction to stir my resolve and plant my feet. The truth is that I am most likely a coward and I have no backbone and I am taking up oxygen better saved for somebody who will make a difference in the world.
I must have enough freedom of movement that the spirit may carry me aloft to wherever it pleases, and I must have enough conviction in my heart that I may stand and deliver what I was intended to be. It does me absolutely no good to make a rock of myself and spend my years buried immobile in the inertia of my prideful stubbornness, but neither does it do me any good to make of myself a piece of chaff that spends its days in aimless wandering until it decomposes.