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.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Deepening Life
In the beginning of life, movement is outward away from the center of self into family and then into society, with self seen in terms of relationship to and sometimes in comparison to those around us. At some juncture, there should be a parallel movement -- beginning in adolescence -- back inward, and this becomes the more prominent track as life progresses, and as reflection enables a deepening rather than just a lengthening of life.
Labels:
adolescence,
aging,
growth,
living,
reflection
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