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.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Overlooked Reality
We expect people to be who we need or want them to be, despite who they may need or want to be within themselves. We can overlook the reality of who they are because our wishes and wants make it so obscured. We do this with one another, with public figures, and with God as well.
Labels:
expectations,
needs,
others,
reality
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