“Writing your life implies that you think it worth writing. It implies an arrogance, or confidence, or compulsion to justify oneself, that I can’t claim. Did Washington write his memoirs? Did Lincoln, Jefferson, Shakespeare, Socrates?”
- Joe Allston,
from Wallace Stegner’s The Spectator Bird.
There is no arrogance here. There are no grandiose
ambitions. No need to justify. I genuinely feel wise in realizing that I’m
really no one important. One day if I live long enough, when my memory fails me,
I’d want to remember. I’d need to remind myself that it was all worth it. That
I’ve learned, loved, and failed, and I mustered enough spirit to sail through
the tides. I’d want to cringe and laugh at myself. And hopefully, the regrets
might get fewer and fewer. Starting today, 100+ words a day, I become more
aware of who I am.
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