From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Monday, June 2, 2008

I was going to but then I didn't

This just might be the story of my life. But what frusterates me most is that I feel like I am getting encouragement to 'don't' from those closest to me. What a bummer.

I was going to visit friends and family in Houston over the weekend...
I was going to do laundry...
I was going to call you up...
I was going to have an amazing post...
I was going to help out at work today...
I was going to plan a trip to visit family...
I was going to make a vacation budget...
I was going to take a leap of faith, even though it was not solid, but it sure sounded dang fun...
you get the idea?

I feel like a loser. I'm not strong enough to make a difference. I hear that I have the greatest influence over certain people... but I think that's crap.
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2 comments:

Janika said...

Influence is a process with reciprocation. It is subtle and takes time, and can therefore be imperceptible. It takes patience gratitude and awareness.

June 4, 2008 at 7:15 AM
Yamaha Drummer said...

I soooooo feel your pain.

June 4, 2008 at 9:31 AM

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