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, May 15, 2015
Centering Oneself
To base one's own life on the significance it has to others or to see it only in terms of someone else's definition is to build a false edifice. It is an outer layer, built from outside, with no central core. Ideally, the individual should be able to set aside what others might think is life's meaning or significance, or what anyone else considers essential to it. He should be able to own the center of his own self and there make the decisions about his being.
Labels:
being,
decisions,
meaning,
mindfulness,
perspective,
relationships
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