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.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Without Middle Ground
So many are without a middle ground and seem to settle for the least acceptable side, unable or perhaps unwilling to seek or accept as an entitlement the more favorable aspect. This binary way of life, the forcing of a choice between extremes, allows no moderation, no growth or progress. The highs are too high and the lows, where most seem to settle, are far too low. There is no way to merit the one extreme and no way to overcome the other. Without a middle, the payments on life become terribly expensive.
Labels:
compromise,
cost,
extremes
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