Warm Recollections #29
More from the Bitz Files
As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
What if metaphor broke down, and everything was just what it is?
As you get older, you need to become the heartwood in society. You may not be growing, or bringing the new — but you should provide the strength and backbone. From your experience, your heart.
Sudden glimpses of possibility, of the hidden paths starting at one’s feet.
A lot of life would be fine if it was just differently cropped.
Your life will be like a story: some great bits and some dull stretches wrapped around a plot that no-one seemed to have thought out properly before they started. So just enjoy the good parts and don’t worry too much about what it all means.
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Another little collection of zingers., these ones all of a piece. The image of looking down at my feet, for some reason at dusk and barefoot in the dust, and seeing hundreds of trails branching out from beneath them leading who knows where. Bizarrely, some point behind me, as though many past paths have all led to this one moment of stillness and choice.