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.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Limited Perspective
Because people talk only from their experience and understanding -- bringing to what they would share their values, hopes, and expectations -- they can understand each within his own self what might be offered, but at a more distinct level they can be more at odds. Yet, even in their need not to be so distant that they would risk precluding resolution, there is wariness. To overcome it requires additional trust and a willingness to be less absolute.
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