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.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Fear of the Convergence
There are aspects of my life I should think of reconciling, allowing them to come together to the extent they might be able to, yet my inclination is to protect them by separating, keeping them at a distance, each one distinct, each complete and exclusive. It is as though approaching one another might endanger them all. It evidences a lack of trust, a fear of losing something (or of having something be lost), but trust is always the problem. It is hard to trust people with whom important aspects of life are shared. It is hard lest they be hurt in the convergence.
Labels:
compromise,
control,
doing the best you can,
fear,
guilt,
insecurity,
losing,
trust
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