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May 25, 2010

I have reached the point where I think I am going to start lying about my age. I look young enough to pull it off. So, why not?

But I’ve been pondering the concept of facing the years. Of course, I’ve had the following quote, from Michael Cunningham’s The Hours,  stuck in my head:

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.

If one is denying the years, is one also failing to really look life in the face, preventing one’s self from truly loving life for what it is? And, then, can one really put it away, and be at peace with the whole crazy journey?

These seem like terribly important thoughts and questions for this stage of life.

There is a second part to the quote above, where the Virginia Woolf character is writing her suicide note to her husband, Leonard. That bit casts a different light, and leaves me wishing I had someone with whom to face the hours.

le sigh

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Ant permalink
    May 28, 2010 3:06 pm

    I am glad to see you are back. I hoe you are doing well…

    • Ant permalink
      May 28, 2010 3:07 pm

      ugh, i cant even type… i meant “hope” 😦

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