I’m not sure how long I will keep this up. Or if I even will beyond this month. But I have thought often of the long littleness of life in the months after my father died. And I thought maybe my children–if I ever have any–would like to hear of the daily littleness of mine.
Every post that pre-dates this one is taken from old journals or writings. Things I thought would be interesting to add.
The long littleness of life is a painful truth I didn’t hear mentioned much until I read it in Joe’s journal of quoted eloquence in the face of death. Goals, hope, dedication, think big, think out side of the box, are all the phrases we use to motivate ourselves daily. But in the end, in the quiet moments, the incremental path seems little and long. We wish we could protect ourselves from the dark thoughts because they can cast a shadow on the bright thoughts. But there’s truth in the dark that we need to face, if only to remind ourselves to glance there infrequently.