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, March 11, 2014
Trust In Others
I would very much like to decide to stop worrying about any number of people and all sorts of things, to trust them more, or believe they will be themselves, as they understand they should be, and in time -- but only when it is time -- they will become as complete as can be and as faithful to themselves as it is within their power to be. Of course, I have yet to begin this since trust is so often beyond me and too I may think, or like to thing, they need what I might offer as much as I sometimes need to offer it.
Labels:
best intentions,
doing the best you can,
help,
needs,
people,
trust,
worry
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment