On who we think we are
My Yogi teabag had a message for me the other night, it said, “True wealth is the ability to let go of your possessions.” I concur. But I’m afraid.
I want a life prescribed by me instead of just the dull sheep march – have a job, make money, own property, grow concerned you will lose job, money, property, live life of stress, one day it doesn’t matter, then you die.
This matters more now as I am chalking up the dead bodies in my life like a list – not a party list, or a Holiday list, but the people I know who are dead list – which grows. Sadly.
In reading a NYT review of Gail Godwin’s journals, the reviewer, Susann Coral says, “Writing is, among other things, a gesture of faith in the value of the apparently trivial details, and details can be transformed into art.” Interestingly enough, I saw a bumpersticker yesterday that said “Faith: Not wanting to know what is true” (Nietzsche). Translated by me to read you have to have faith that what you are writing is truth, but it is your truth and not balanced by the thousands of differing opinions which hold your truth in question – aha, the blog. Rachel’s World. LaLa land. However, there is a comment section 🙂
Here’s my world, in speaking with a friend yesterday, when asked why I am friends with another person, I said we share a commonality in our sphere of work. We both have drive and have used if not exhausted that energy in the working sphere. *Getting and spending we lay waste our powers (Wordsworth).*