Wednesday, October 23, 2013
We had hours to talk, and hours to think, and that night, later, unable to sleep, I thought about what it is that I want from a life that runs so far ahead of itself, away from me, beyond my control. From Life itself, that so often ends too soon, abruptly, calamitously, without second chances.
I want to be believed in, I decided.
I want to stand in fewer shadows.
I want to be worthy of my own aspirations—not for fame (never for fame), not for riches, but for work done exceedingly, memorably well.
I want more quiet in which to do the work that I wish to leave behind.