So determined was the president to have an impact, but no sooner had his term ended than his fame and influence began to recede. That is as it ought to be in the careers of presidents, and in the lives of others. It would be unfortunate were we to pursue life so that our participation in it would require such memorializing. No matter who he might be, or what he might say or do, no one is so much a part of life that he must extend beyond his moment. Either gradually or more suddenly, everyone is expected to fade.
That is as it should be and so it becomes more importantly to live inwardly, settling into the satisfaction at the center of being, rather than outwardly in the hope that others might marvel or appreciate what was accomplished. It is the distinction between doing and being, and it is trusting ourselves to recognize the value of life rather than hope someone in another time will say it was of value.
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.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Fading Out and Settling In
Labels:
acceptance,
nothingness,
perception,
politics,
president,
solitude,
trust
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