This week seems to be a theme of learning about one’s self. In the few years that I have been blogging I
find myself coming back to several topics time and again. I get passionate about politics, enraged at
injustice, introspective when I’ve read something meaningful, laugh at myself
when I do something ridiculous and take delight in the absurdity of Mother
Nature’s finest. I love to lecture on
quality life, and quality retirement and quality this and that.
Or rather, I love to lecture.
So I take to heart when I am criticized, or more gently, critiqued,
for writing repetitiously or dully or boringly.
But I’m living in the country with a small social circle and aliens don’t
land in my backyard every day. I can only write about what tinkers around in
my mind, what revelations occur as I watch the news, read the papers, listen to
the radio, observe life or muse over philosophies that have gone awry.
The other day my mother asked me “what are you getting out of
reading the Bible” and I turned to her and said “what are you getting out of
reading Familie Journalen 40 times”? What
we both get out of reading is knowledge and whether we put it to use or not us
up to us. What we get out of talking
about it is a big laugh.
C’est la vie.
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