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.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Experts on Other People's Choices
We are such experts to so little consequence in the lives of one another, so sure we are right about what others should do, while in our own lives -- the place where choices do exist -- we are all muddled and immobilized, at a loss to do the simplest things. We avoid and pretend, waiting for the miracle while urging others to do what is available and to be decisive in doing so. We are all reason and logic where friends or clients are the focus, but it does not cross over into the circle where we stand.
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