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.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Being Ourselves
In their lives and relationships people accept roles or invent them and then become good at portrayal, so good in some instances that it seems to become them -- as Yul Brynner seemed to become the King of Siam. A king like no one else could be, but it is limiting as well if there is no occasion to move beyond and well out of that role so that we instead be, rather than portraying, ourselves.
Labels:
being,
limitations,
movies,
ourselves,
roles
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