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, July 4, 2013
Keep It Simple
We want and probably at some points need reformulation of what should remain a simple message. Unfortunately, the outcome is not always beneficial. The aid in believing takes on the character of an essence. Practices develop which seem more vital than they should. Incorporating them, carrying them out and later having to justify them can detract from the basic and very simple message. In like manner, we complicate our lives which would be better (or of better quality) if less busy and if we would eliminate what only pretends importance.
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complexity,
essence,
simplicity
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