.dear jess
The spread of humankind is plagued by verbs that limit us. Fear. Is that a verb? I never paid much attention in English classes. It was. Boring.
Life is a funny thing. When you have to do something that might be important to you suddenly you fear. You fear going to the audition because you don’t want to be rejected, or worse still if you got the part you fear you will really know how much you weren’t made to do the part.
The little voice that plants fear in your head always gives you the easy way out. You have no time. You have no money. You don’t really need it.
We fear making ourselves more interesting, or was it just plain laziness. We are too lazy to discover the deserts of western Australia, is there a desert there? I never paid much attention to geography, and yet I minored it. We aren’t too bothered about aiming for studying somewhere or working on a cruise ship that will take us places, because it’s much easier to be a computer technician here. We are too lazy to rock our world.
Here’s my “favourite.” Regret. Most of us live most of our lives in regret. We think that if we regret enough that we will have punished ourselves enough. We regret that one night but its too late because now we have Aids, we regret that one week, but now its too late because the due date has been long gone, we regret that one second, because now its too late, that she’s dead, gone and she will never know.
In that too often than not more than one moment we always wished we did this and didn’t do that. Went for this and not that, said this and not that.
Funny things we are. Human beings. And yet, more often than not we don’t find ourselves laughing.
Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost. -Isak Dinesen
The spread of humankind is plagued by verbs that limit us. Fear. Is that a verb? I never paid much attention in English classes. It was. Boring.
Life is a funny thing. When you have to do something that might be important to you suddenly you fear. You fear going to the audition because you don’t want to be rejected, or worse still if you got the part you fear you will really know how much you weren’t made to do the part.
The little voice that plants fear in your head always gives you the easy way out. You have no time. You have no money. You don’t really need it.
We fear making ourselves more interesting, or was it just plain laziness. We are too lazy to discover the deserts of western Australia, is there a desert there? I never paid much attention to geography, and yet I minored it. We aren’t too bothered about aiming for studying somewhere or working on a cruise ship that will take us places, because it’s much easier to be a computer technician here. We are too lazy to rock our world.
Here’s my “favourite.” Regret. Most of us live most of our lives in regret. We think that if we regret enough that we will have punished ourselves enough. We regret that one night but its too late because now we have Aids, we regret that one week, but now its too late because the due date has been long gone, we regret that one second, because now its too late, that she’s dead, gone and she will never know.
In that too often than not more than one moment we always wished we did this and didn’t do that. Went for this and not that, said this and not that.
Funny things we are. Human beings. And yet, more often than not we don’t find ourselves laughing.
Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost. -Isak Dinesen
yours,
jess
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