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.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Anxiety and Illusions
If we take seriously the injunction to put all anxiety aside, then there is no need to hold onto any of it, not even that special thing about which we so love to worry, feeling it identifies us as concerned people or provides assurance that we do have something in common with others. If St. Paul thought it would have been helpful, he would have said put aside the anxiety you choose not to have, the aspects that are truly not yours. Hold to and cherish the illusion that by worry you can undo the rest.
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