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.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Time For Yourself
The more time and energy you invest meddling in lives other than your own, and the more you respond to questions to which you cannot have the answer, the less will you have available for your own life (and so you should not wonder why you see it as so filled with frustration) or for those questions to which you can offer a reply.
Labels:
answers,
decisions,
frustration,
questions
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