When we were younger it seemed important that change occur, and it had so often to be such radical and essential change. The society needed to be reformed and it had to happen right away. The same needs exist though time had passed. Younger people now seek those sweeping changes, as they should and as they must if they are to have principles and values by which to define themselves. It does seem the global and essential is the realm of the young, and over time it will narrow and focus as some goals are set aside needing no new issues to replace them. The determination to see it happen all at once and to its core goes by. We no longer need to expend ourselves in the struggle, worthy though it be.
Instead there is a settling into aspects of life more essential even than the vital issues of our younger days. It becomes instead the question of our selves and an acceptance, not of what surrounds us but of the eternity that is at the core.
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.
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