As I am listening through the “Come September” speeches by Arundhati Roy….it makes me a little introspective.
With the passing of days, I am definitely becoming more aware that mine is a life spent, a plebian existence. What kind of hurts is, I know in my heart that each of us has the capability and the potential to become a(n) Alan Watts, Arundhati Roy, Salman Rushdie or whatever else we aspire to become….and yet, I know that I shall be none of that and more.
Does the lack of fame, money, love impact me?
No…that’s completely missing the point. It’s the inability to kiss my own personal greatness that defeats me.
The water runs dry.
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