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, December 17, 2013
A Narrower Focus
As time goes by our focus narrows. The global problems we so readily solved no longer seem important. The universal application is also narrowed and we focus instead upon specific people asking particular questions. Instead of world hunger, this one hungry person absorbs our compassion and peace as a concept is less important than peace in just one heart.
Labels:
change,
focus,
hunger,
peace,
people,
perspective,
politics,
relationships
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