In any landscape, there will be gardens and garbage dumps. Neither can be wished away. As human beings, we have to accept both our ability to dream and our ability to fight garbage-dumps as a twin blessing. A morbid aversion to dreams and an equally morbid obsession with muck hardly reflect a healthy mind.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
One of the important duties I have towards myself is to beware rancour creeping stealthily into my heart, watch when love that I believe to be strong begins to leak away, when things about myself that I do not think are true begin to be true, when my innocence is vandalised by my dislike of calumny and when mirror outrages my self-belief and resembles a face that I never liked on others.