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.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Less Free
We are less free the more freedom we seem to have. We can equate time and options with freedom and the more of either we have the more free we may think ourselves, though the need to fill the time and respond to the options intrudes rather than liberates.
Labels:
choices,
freedom,
responsibility,
time
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