As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
The Worst Curse:
May you always remember a dream that never comes true: and never have the sense to get out of bed, open the curtains, and welcome yourself back into the world that is wonderfully real, and already true.
My problem is I never really had a Plan A.
When young, you want someone’s permission to be who you think you are.
When older, you need your own permission to be who you actually are.
I’d rather talk to a thoughtful person of faith than a thoughtless champion of doubt.
Late middle age, the time of lone walks and solitary hobbies while people watch their children dutifully embarking upon the same brave adventures and inevitable mistakes, meanwhile silently grieving their own fading dreams and aborted secrets; and then old age, when — if they’re lucky — they get the chance to sift and sort through the fallen leaves of their lives, and gather them into tidy piles.
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I’ve never had a plan A either but I had dreams from A to Z.
I never know if my song recommendations have any resonance for you but as Claudia has suggested a song I'm going to do the same. It's my song of the moment and I think the lyrics are rather beautifully apropos for this instalment of Warm Recollections😁 It's a song called The Silence by Manchester Orchestra. Give it a whirl!
I always look forward to these little reminiscences!
Hope all is well😀