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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Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Take Advantage
There are moments in which significant change becomes possible. It is the time when we can truly replace the death-oriented aspects with life and hope, but these are fleeting moments and the inertia that makes us wary of anything different -- no matter how healthy they may be -- can be expected to intrude. If the moment passes and there is no commitment to life and change, there is no assurance this moment will again be offered.
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