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 7, 2012
What to Do With Unresolvable Conflicts
There are conflicts that permit no resolution. They can only become worse. Like the tar baby, the more we poke at them the more entrapped we become, and what seemed so inviting, so clearly defined and in need of our investigation and probing became a frightful mess. Better to leave some things alone. Living around them beats trying to work through them. As you encounter those conflicts, better to remove them from the agenda. That is the resolution.
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conflict,
foolishness
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