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.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Accidental Alienation
People do not intend to cut themselves off from one another. Alienation is not an intentional thing. It is that sometimes we are afraid and do not know how to be. Because of our fear we find ourselves alone with ourselves, and not wanting to be. The fear is real and may have grown out of real threats, but now it is not just happening to us. It has become us, leaving no room for who we would rather be.
Labels:
being,
decisions,
fear,
loneliness,
solitude
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