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.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Go Forward
Looking back at roads we might have taken we can know they may have led to better places, but they are not the ones we are upon, and so time spent looking back is not time well spent. Go forward instead. Remember sometimes what might have been or what could have happened. If you pass a juncture such as this see if it is still the road you might want to take. In time you may need to be where you have traveled, and the road not taken will not need to be now.
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