Seeing the work that is to be done, who can help wanting to be the one to do it?
But one is afraid that there will be no rest until the work is finished and the house is in order, the farm is in order, the town is in order, all the loved ones are well.
But it is pride that lies awake in the night with its desire and its grief.
To work at this alone is to fail. There is no help for it. Loneliness is its failure.
It is despair that sees the work failing in one's own failure.
This despair is the awkwardest pride of all.
—Wendell Berry, "Healing" from What are People For?