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.
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Thursday, October 31, 2013
Stop Earning
Unless we feel we deserve and that we do not have to keep earning, there is no sense of ever being anyone on our own. It would all be striving but never attaining.
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