Terrible, sacred, inner seriousness

And it is right to feel sick and confused and unsettled for once, like today, full of cold fear and uncertainty, and a sigh of "Good God, child, what are you letting yourself in for?" But also a growing sense of self-certainty. I have matured enough to assume my "destiny," to cease living an accidental life... Now I have a right to a "destiny." It is no longer a romantic dream or the thirst for adventure, or for love, all of which can drive you to commit mad and irresponsible acts. No, it is a terrible, sacred, inner seriousness, difficult and at the same time inevitable. 


Etty Hillesum