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, October 31, 2014
What Changes
Should someone become who I want him or her to be, then to some extent there would be a changing of self, a diminishing or enhancement, but a change nonetheless and it may be presumptuous to think he or she is better just because I might be more at ease with this new edition.
Labels:
change,
differences,
perspective
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