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.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Seeing The Giftness
It is only a gift when received as such. The "giftness" is in both the offer and in the receiving of it. If I value what I present but it has no meaning or importance to the one to whom I present it, then it is only partially what it should be. It is no less important, no less prized by me, but it would be unfair to give to someone who cannot see it for what it is to me. To that person, I would better give something else, if I have it.
Labels:
fairness,
gifts,
giving,
perception
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