Aristotle said that, in order to lead a solitary life, one
would have to be either an animal or a god. Nietzsche added a third
alternative: one would have to be a philosopher.
Of late, I’m discovering that each of us has the capacity to
be a philosopher, oftentimes, against our own will, as we navigate our way
through the uncertainties of the surprising and unexpected. You chart a course,
you think it sound and one day, without warning, it capsizes. There is something deafening about change,
probably because we are so ill-equipped to deal with it. Predictable patterns
assuage and soothe, but change, that’s completely unacceptable, altogether
different. And, certainly, not to be discussed in polite company.
It doesn’t take a refined mind or a discerning eye to
realize that the author of this blog has undergone changes. For all those who
have squinted their way through countless posts thank you and you’re many comments.
I know many of you came here to bask in a bit of loveliness so it would be terribly
gauche and ill-mannered of this author to expose you to the backdrops, the props and
the unsightly scaffolding that, in more polished lives, remains unseen.
The real challenge
is not simply to
survive.
Hell, anyone can do
that.
It’s to survive as
yourself,
undiminished.
~Dianna Vreeland
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