To live alone is the
fate of all great souls.
This is a generalisation, of course, as the vast majority of
popular sound bites from the great and the good are. I like it, nonetheless,
for obvious reasons (for those who don’t know, I’ve lived alone for the last
fifteen years.) And what’s interesting is that shortly before I came across
that pearl of generalised wisdom, I’d had the oddest feeling that there is
something of substantial significance – maybe even grand – somewhere up ahead
in my destiny. I’ve never had such a feeling in my life before and I have very
little doubt that it derived from a fevered imagination. But you never know.
Come to think of it, I’m glad I don’t know because knowing that there is
something of substantial significance – and maybe even grand – in my destiny
would scare the living daylights out of me. Look what happened to Joan of Arc.
Schopenhauer also said:
Life swings like a
pendulum backwards and forwards between pain and boredom.
I disagree with that one, even though it’s generally true of
me these days.
* * *
I watched a bird perching quietly on the branch of a tree
today. Eventually it flew to a neighbouring tree and perched quietly on another
branch. I wondered why.
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