Anything Considered: Tired

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Tired

Saturday, August 2, 2008

1st Gent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves.
2nd Gent. Ay, truly: but I think it is the world that brings the iron.
GEORGE ELLIOT, Middlemarch (Vintage Classics, 2007), Pg 31.

It is easy to make mistakes in life, but it is easier to accumulate them - unnoticed! - till the end is a rushing torrent of consequence and regret. Living life without these pains is to live ignorantly, and that, I cannot do.

Sometimes I do wish that the world would conform to my dreams of happy possibilities. I wish that things could be easier, be simpler, be as beautiful as I've always wanted them to be, and more. Perhaps life isn't about having the perfect answer, but about facing the questions. And as we blindly muck around, each finding our own answers to our problems, we grow, and fail, and grow some more.

That hurts.

posted by Jared
7:05 PM

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