My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Maybe I Am Radical
Instead of dreaming radical steps to be taken, why not take them. There is a liberty inherent in existence enabling our reaching beyond ourselves in fulfillment of who we are. If to be who I am I must go beyond where I am at, I am free to do so, even if that requires what seem radical steps, steps (or leaps) into what I seem unable to be.
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