So, the other day I was going through this old note book I used to own before dust took over and there is a piece I found that I thought I should share here for you, dear reader. I hasten to add that it is also worth noting that on the first page of the note book are words I barely recall writing but which, as it seems, serves to lure one into seeking to know the almost-odious contents of the book. I will quote them for your curiosity’s sake if not for your fancy:
“Herein lies the truths, half-truths and colored lies a man in love with his pen whispers to himself in his many conversations with his book.”
Then on the page after was this short piece:
“Of all, it has almost become second nature for me to admire the courage of those who try. I revere even more, the strength of those who hold on a while longer when the climb is too steep, and the journey too torturous. It then follows that it has become only fair to seek to drink from the deep cups of those whom life has administered so immense wisdom that they can, without strain, recognize when it is time time to let go, and when it is prudent to stop trying; to stop holding on a while longer.”
For some reason, reading this felt like reading some version of the famous Serenity prayer.
PS: Forgive my title, I could not find a more suitable one in its place.:-D
Via Man Wale’s Reminisces