I just hit the "Publish" button on the post called "Aspirations." I clicked "View Blog" to proofread it again, and was struck by that word:
Out of nowhere, its Latin roots assaulted me unbidden: a meaning "of, from, by, since" and spirare meaning "to breathe."
Aspirations: Something from which we breathe.
Our aspirations--our goals, our dreams, our desires--are not only what we strive to, but what we breathe from. They aren't just in our futures, they are in us now, motivating us. When we breathe, we breathe because we're working toward something, working to be something.
I got up this morning because I aspire to be an English major. To be an
English major, I must get up and read things and write things and study
things and drink a lot of coffee (it's in the major requirement. Don't
check; it's there)--and breathe. Because I aspire to be an English
I'm really starting to love the word "aspire." It is a light word. It's
airy and crisp and invigorating--like a breath, I suppose, but a really
good one. A breath of cool, sharp air that fills you with energy like
electricity and makes you want to jump higher and run faster and smile
To what do I aspire? From what do I breathe?
I aspire to be a lover of words: to speak them effectively, read them closely, write them artfully.
I aspire to be a champion of truth, valuing it in people, institutions, and ideas.
I aspire to travel: to see places that amaze me and meet people who change me.
I aspire to know God and make him known.
I aspire to drink my coffee at a mature pace.
From what do you breathe?