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, May 17, 2014
Reduced to Giving and Receiving
Were we to live in terms of someone else's need, or what we thought his need might be, we would be doing no service to that person nor to ourselves. It would be making giving the essential aspect of our being, and receiving the essence of him. It is intruding into the person's life, obliging him to receive -- and there is as well an expectation that he be grateful for the gift he may not have wanted. If he is not grateful we might even blame him, accusing him of being unappreciative. We might respond by giving even more if he does not respond, but we might also resent event more -- as might he as well.
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