How Failing to Write Novels Revealed My Life’s Purpose
I’ll tell you I’m sick of the Hero’s Journey, but I really can’t help being whisked away by it every time. The part that always does it for me is Joseph Campbell’s Step 2: the Call to Adventure. It’s the scene when our hero learns his fate is to embark upon a sacred quest, when she first musters the courage to cross the threshold out of the ordinary world.
The night when Ashitaka learns he must go west, never to return. When Frodo learns the truth about the Ring and first sets out across the Shire. When Hercules sings, “I can go the distance.”
That’s my scene.
That specific nervous anticipation just before a new adventure, we don’t have a word for it. I’ll call it pre-quest. It’s my favorite feeling. But the thing is, what I long for, what I envy in those heroes getting called to adventure, isn’t the excitement or the journey. What makes the pre-quest feeling so special is the sense of fate. The determinism.
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