Friday, 18 November 2011

Another Little Thought at Bed Time.

I saw two people today whom I used to know during my time at the theatre. They both looked so old. It seemed like a wake up call. Time is passing.

I could feel life slipping away from me, and I wondered: should any of us dare to wish for what we most want, since the greatest desire comes shackled to the greatest fear. Isn’t that the ultimate risk?

My instinct has always been to take the risk, but experience urges circumspection. Death is acceptable; torture isn’t.

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