A story about commitment from W H Murray.
But when I said that nothing had been done, I erred in one important matter. We had definitely committed ourselves and we were halfway out of our ruts. We had put down our passage money and booked a sailing to Bombay.
This may sound too simple, but it is great in consequence. Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiation and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans; that the moment one commits oneself, then providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favour all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no person could have dreamt would come their way.