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.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Grasping For Inclusion
They try so hard not to be alone but some, no matter how hard they try, are not included while others, being the focus for now, are far less concerned. They set, rather than follow, the agenda. But most are struggling, grasping at being part and it sometimes seems no price would be too high if it means they would be included, even if only for a little while. We say this is an aspect of adolescence, but maybe it never goes away, not entirely.
Labels:
adolescence,
exclusion,
inclusion
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