May 24, 2013 16:33
i've been nothing more than a recluse these last years.
grieving a family i never really had. learning. accepting. strengthening. being part of lives i never saw coming.
i haven't written much in years, when it once came so naturally to leave legacy to a name that hasn't shown more.
for the first time, i carry self respect & am learning to love more.
i've been the man i was meant to be for the time, all those times, to get to where i'm going.
i aspire to more of what i'm shown & less with desire.
"No one attaches a transcendent meaning to the "errors" of comedy, much less of farce. Mistaken identities, misunderstandings about what some character said or meant, mistakes about bedroom doors--these help to complicate the plot and are all part of the fun. On the level of farce, Oedipus was mistaken about the identity of his parents, he misunderstood the true significance of what the oracle said, and he went into the wrong bedroom.... The difference in tragedy is that the errors are fatal and that, although they can be dissipated at the end, their consequences cannot." -Morris Berman
does acceptance mean relinquishing hope as well?