Human beings tend to admire ‘success’; and very often define success as wealth, and the power and status wealth affords. But the admiration comes with a touch of envy, even resentment: their success wasn’t earned, it was luck.
I have been trying to live my life differently. I’ve tried to accept the Platonic challenge[1]. I’ve tried to follow Scott Peck’s (and Matthew Kelly) and James Hollis’s guidance to live life vigourously; but I’m aware that I am running out of time and then I remind myself when I get discouraged or bogged down of Dylan Thomas’s anger.
Still, it might be nice to have a home to come home to.
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