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, October 8, 2013
Being Right
He not only wants to be right. He also wants people to agree that he is. Can't win there since it conditions his choice and minimizes the rightness available. Better he just be right on his own terms.
Labels:
agreement,
choices,
perception
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