All Roads Lead To

I read many books at once. Is that called a generalist? If you come up with is something different and not complimentary, keep it to yourself.

In my reading today I am centered on at least three identifiable subject lines; memoir, essay and compassion. The first two have a noticeable similarity. The third, compassion, is where I seem to go with the first two. I see it as the fork in the road thing. In life I  first chose the road that didn’t look like it required compassion. I called it fun. I found it shallow. It took a while, but I turned it around.

Then I discovered compassion and find it challenging. Its connection to the good life I once followed is nil. I find myself reading about Greeks and Romans. Many folks from whom I haven’t heard from since junior high. It was then I had a life interrupted. Plato, Cicero, Socrates, oh my.

When Steve Jobs died his sister said he announced, “Oh wow!”

When I die I hope I am  saying, “Oh wow, Kindles!” Sorry Steve.

At  the very least, maybe I can live to ninety of sound mind. Problem is that will not be enough. Why did I ever think I could read every book in the library?



6 thoughts on “All Roads Lead To

  1. Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist May 16, 2014 / 6:03 pm

    I know exactly what you mean Bob. Just not enough time left to read everything – change your dream of reading every book in the library as probably half you wouldn’t want to read anyway. Half the books in the library is much less daunting.

    • fictionfitz May 17, 2014 / 8:03 am

      Kindle reminds me of what it is, a chasing of my tail. Except in this case, it is tale.

    • fictionfitz May 17, 2014 / 8:01 am

      Being a victim of anything seems overkill to me, but being the “other” seems to bring on compassion. I say with conjecture and uncertainty.

  2. jhvn May 21, 2014 / 11:22 am

    When I die, I hope to say “Oh Wow!” about what I’m looking forward to, not what I’m looking back at: the windshield, not the mirror.

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