What if you had the solutions to all the world’s problems? Would anyone listen?
What does Chaim Potok do if it’s Shabbos and he’s struck with a great idea for writing?
Why is it we always use someone else’s art to express ourselves?
Why does it pay more to play sports professionally than to solve all the world’s problems?
As an example:
I was invited to the department-wide Christmas party. I ended up hemming and hawing about going. I did find out on the last day that there is a train that goes there, but I’m not really sure how’d I get home. I don’t think I know anyone well enough to ask for a ride. What am I scared of other than being stranded?
W00t! Sick on my birthday. No plans to cancel. Maybe to depressed. Feel like I didn’t use the last decade of my life properly. Not enough having fun. Such limited time here and I seem to waste it all.
Waiting for my brother to start his job and my cold to go away. . .
1 comment:
We -- meaning me, meaning I -- use other people's art to express ourselves because we often too insecure to use our own. Or think that we don't have any of our own. Or just don't think, or think too much. I can never find the safe middle ground when it comes to thinking.
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