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, June 22, 2015
Easily Dismissed
At some point, when the intensity of youth and the drive to become someone other than who we are subside, we settle into something more. There is then an opportunity to assess life and to decide what will we defend, affirm, or dismiss. It may be surprising how much is easily dismissed.
Labels:
aging,
life,
perspective,
time
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